Jane leapt down from the other vehicle and ran after him. ‘You’ve probably got Interpol and half-a-dozen other international agencies searching for you as a result of what happened on the Penfold Son, but here you are risking arrest by driving halfway across Mozambique to liberate a mobile zoo full of animals. I don’t understand you.’
‘Well, that makes two of us.’
‘Why did you just do that?’
He shrugged. ‘Because it was the right thing to do? Perhaps I’m not totally morally bankrupt, after all.’
They drove back to the main track and after another deviation to the banks of the Pungoe River, where Alex prodded a giant sleepy python, with a body length twice that of a grown man and with a girth as thick as one of Jane’s legs, reluctantly to freedom.
Eighteen kilometres and two hours afte
