Chapter 6Rod was watching CNN in his room upstairs in the stately old two-storey Victoria Falls Hotel when his phone rang.
‘Jed?’ he said. No one else, other than Sonja Kurtz, had the number for this phone. There was no answer. ‘Sonja?’
Rod heard gunfire and someone screaming, not like they were wounded, but more like a wolf baying at the moon or over a kill.
‘Hello?’
There were more shots.
‘Head for the bank,’ yelled a woman’s voice. That was Kurtz, he thought.
‘Hello?’ Rod said again.
He could hear the sudden revving of an engine and what sounded like the slap of water against a hull. That figured, as he knew from their schedule that Jed, Sonja and Joanne Flack should be out on a sundowner cruise right about now. Gunshots, however, were not usually part of the itinerary for a Zamb
