justice. He must give me the film to be used in evidence. I don't think he will do that, she said.
That tape is too sensational. It is worth a million to him. He won't want to give it up. Then you will have to help me get it back.
After all, it is your film. Will you help me, my beautiful red and white lily?
You know I will, Ephrem. I'll do anything for you, she murmured, and without another word he made love to her, that beautiful devastating love of which only he was capable.
Afterwards she slept. When she awoke it was raining again. It always seemed to be raining in this terrible green hell of jungle. The rain clattered and drummed on the roof of the VIP guest bungalow, and the darkness was complete.
She groped instinctively for Ephrem but the bed beside her was empty.
The sheets on which he had lain were already cool.
He must have left her some time ago. She thought he might have gone to the bathroom, and felt the pressure in her own bladder which had woken her.
She lay and listened for him to return, but after five minutes when he had not come, she crept out from under the mosquito net and groped her way through the darkness to the bathroom door. She bumped into a chair and stubbed her bare toe before she reached it. She found the light switch and blinked in the sudden glare of white tiles.
The bathroom was empty, but the toilet seat was raised to prove he had been there before her. She flapped it down and perched naked upon it, still groggy with sleep, her red hair tangled over her eyes.
Outside the rain battered down and a sudden flare of lightning hit the window. Bonny reached across to the side wall for the roll of toilet paper in its holder and her ear was inches from the thin prefabricated partition wall of the bungalow. She heard voices, indistinct but masculine, from the room beyond.
She was slowly coming fully awake, and her interest was aroused. She pressed her ear to the wall and she recognized Ephrem's voice. It was crisp and commanding. Somebody answered him but the sound of the rain intruded and she could not recognize the speaker. No, Ephrem replied.
Tonight. I want it done immediately. Bonny was fully alert now, and at that moment the rain stopped with dramatic suddenness. In the silence she heard the reply and recognized the speaker.
Will you sign a warrant, Mr. President? It was Chetti Singh.
His accent was unmistakable. Your soldiers could carry out the execution. Don't be a fool, man. I want it done quietly. Get rid of him.
You can get Kajo to help you, but do it. No questions, no written records. just get rid of him. All, yes. I understand. We will say that he went to film in the jungle. Later we can send a search party to find no trace of him. A great pity. But what about the woman? She is also a witness to our arrangements at Fish Eagle Bay. Do you want me to take care of her at the same time? No, don't be an idiot! I will need her to recover the tape from the embassy. Afterwards, when the tape is safely in my hands, I will reconsider the problem of the woman. In the meantime just take Armstrong out into the jungle and get rid of him. I assure you, Mr. President, that nothing would give me more pleasure. it will take me an hour or so to make the arrangements with Kajo, but it will be all over before daylight.
I give you my solemn promise. There was the sound of a chair being pushed back and heavy footsteps, then a door slammed and there was silence from the sitting-room of the bungalow.
Bonny sat frozen for a moment, chilled by what she had heard. Then she sprang to her feet and darted across the floor to the light switch and plunged the bathroom into darkness.
Swiftly she groped her way to the bed and crept under the mosquito net.
She lay rigid under the sheet, expecting Ephrem Taffari to return at any moment.
Her mind was racing. She was frightened and confused. She had not expected any of this.
She had thought that Ephrem might seize the videotape and arrest Daniel, then deport him immediately and declare him an undesirable alien, or something like that. She hadn't been too clear as to what Ephrem would do to Daniel, but she had never dreamed for a moment that he would have him killed, squashed like an insect without pity or remorse. With a jolt she realised just how naive she had been.
The shock was almost too much to bear. She had never hated Daniel.
Far from it, she had been as fond of him as she was capable of, until he had begun to bore and irritate her. Of course, after Ephrem had taken over Daniel had insulted and fired her, but she had given him some reason for that and she didn't hate him, not to the point of wanting him killed.
Keep out of it, she warned herself. It's too late now. Danny has to take his own chances. She lay waiting for Ephrem to come back to bed, but he did not come and she thought of Daniel again. He was one of the few men she had ever genuinely admired and liked. He was decent and good and funny and handsome . . . She broke that chain of thought.
Don't be a bleeding heart, she thought. It didn't turn out the way you expected but that's tough on Danny. And yet there had been a veiled threat to her in what Ephrem had said. When the tape is safely in my hands I will reconsider the problem of the woman. Ephrem still hadn't come. She sat up in bed and listened. The rain had stopped completely.
Reluctantly she slipped out from under the mosquito-net and picked her robe from the foot of the bed. She crossed to the door that opened on to the verandah of the bungalow and opened it quietly.
She crept down the verandah. The light from the sittingroom windows beamed out on to the verandah floor. She moved into a position from where she could see into the sittingroom while remaining in shadow.
Ephrem Taffari sat at the desk against the far wall. His back was to her. He was dressed in a khaki T-shirt and camouflage trousers. He was smoking a cigarette and studying the papers that were strewn across the desk-top. He seemed to be settled to his work.
It would take her less than ten minutes to reach the row of guest bungalows at the east side of the compound and get back to the bedroom.
The wooden catwalks were wet and red with mud. She was barefoot.
