Chris rocked back in her chair, clasping her hands behind her head, and stared at the ceiling of the lodge. A gecko had crept into a far corner and begun its daily sleep.
What was all that about working on her tan and seeing more of the continent? Miranda had said nothing to her about taking leave or travelling anywhere other than Zimbabwe. It was another piece of information to file away; and a possible line of questioning for the man Chris knew she would have to confront at some time. How she did that, where and under what guise, were all serious questions she had yet to formulate answers to.
To continue her own investigation into Miranda’s death-for Chris was sure she would never be found alive – she would need to speak to the man Miranda had farewelled from Marongora before her last
