Chapter 5Joanne Flack joined the immigration queue for returning Zimbabwean nationals and residents at Victoria Falls International Airport. She listened to a gaggle of elderly American tourists complaining about the length of their line and wondered what her similarly aged friends from the Pretoria Cycad and Firearms Appreciation Society were up to, what they were saying about her.
She felt adrift, and scared. She had set all this in motion and she had proved that she was right, that someone would steal the cycad from the lock-up, but it was small comfort. The people who wanted the female woodii would do whatever they needed to, in order to get hold of it. However, as with her decision to get out of the UK, she knew that while she was on her own, or in hiding, then she only had herself t
