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When agony aunt and magazine journalist Jennifer Pendergast inadvertently uncovers a crime ring in Johannesburg which leads her into the dangerous world of game poaching, she realises that, as she follows the trail, everything she loves will be at stake in the fight not to become a victim herself.
Prologue
‘Cry, the beloved country, for the unborn child that is the inheritor of our fear. Let him not love the earth too deeply. ...
Book One: Chapter One Johannesburg - A Weekend in Oct 2004
Jennifer Pendergast had twenty two pairs of heels - one pair of shoes for each working day of the month plus two extra. And twen ...
Chapter Two: first draft
Pienaar Botha and Greg O’Reilly, the layout and design guys, were throwing teabags around the kitchenette, which used to b ...
Chapter Three: -draft
By lunch time the editorial department had reached fever pitch. Each woman was ducked down in her cubicle, frantically typing an ...
Chapter Four
The sunset was Armageddonesque – a blend of arterial red and searing yellow that, in a painting would look kitsch, but whe ...
Chapter Five: -draft
Jenni dreamed she was being tossed on the sea in a tiny boat. Her stomach heaved with the waves and her face was being slapped w ...
Chapter Six
Looking back on that Sunday, the 10th of October 2004, Jenni’s memories were sketchy. There were key moments, even snippet ...
Book Two: Chapter Seven - A week later
15th October 2004My StoryBy S.A. BaloyiI have many names and I am called differently by different people so that it is confusing ...
Chapter Eight: -draft
For as long as I can remember, I have wanted to work in the bush and care for animals, to be a part of this land that is in my b ...
Chapter Nine: -draft
My mother also worked at Skukuza Camp, she cleaned out the guest chalets every morning while Josephine and I were in class. With ...
Chapter Ten
So anyway, Bossboy was turning 21 and he had a gedoemse 6/6 party planned. He invited everybody we could think of and even some ...
Chapter 11
My cell phone beeped: Nessa - Where you NP? You never said goodbye this morning! Will I see you tomorrow for our anniversary? I ...
Chapter 12
As it turned out, I didn’t see Bossboy that night, they said he was away in Mozambique. But Shoes and Unlucky were full of ...
Book Three: Chapter 13 - Sunday afternoon 17th October
Jenni sat staring out over the rain drenched sea, slowly stirring her Amarula spiked cappucino. James sat across the table ...
Chapter 14
Jenni spent two more days with her parents who spoiled her with late lie-ins and cups of sweet tea in bed but she couldn’t ...
Chapter 15
The next morning Jenni carefully applied a dark red shade of lipstick called vixen, which seemed appropriate for her new mood. A ...
Chapter 16
After Baas Smit made his threat to me that Monday morning ten years ago my mind was jumping from one problem to the next like a ...
Chapter 17
Bossboy had a brand new car parked outside Unlucky’s house, it was a black 4x4 BMW and a driver sat behind the wheel. The ...
Chapter 18
A giant of a man answered our knock on the kitchen door. He was almost blue, his skin was so dark - not from South Africa anyway ...
Chapter 19
I half ran, half stumbled over the bushy ground as best I could trying to head towards where the road might be from the directio ...
Chapter 20
Jenni frowned as she replaced the phone in the receiver. It had been the Zimbabwean police on the line. They were just routinely ...
Chapter 21
When she made it into her flat it was around 7pm, still an hour and a half before her date with Robbie so plenty of time to cook ...
