All watching until mid-afternoon to see if there would be a contact.
Ros drove away from the hotel. It was just past one o'clock, but they hadn't bothered to eat. They were not hungry, and Jan cracked a thin joke about Jack wanting to wait till he could have maize porridge with his friends.
Jack said that Brown's was like something from the cow-boy pictures. The open veranda, the swing slat doors from the street into the bar, posters for Saturday night live music and dancing, the carving in the dining room that was an F.N. rifle in relief. Jack said that as long as he lived he'd remember the springs in his bed. Ros didn't speak. They went right down the main road, then turned off towards the mountains. Past the huge modern angles of the roof of the Dutch Reformed Church, up along the straight tarmac strips that bisected the bungalow land, past the White school where the small boys were having rugby coaching and the girls were playing hockey. Jack thought Warmbaths was an oasis. Abruptly they were out of the town's limits, lawns and residences giving way to grazing lands. There was another three kilometres to go before the pale dust road ahead began to climb for the foothills and then the mountains. The high ground was grey hazed, cool and without threat.
Jan spoke to Ros in Afrikaans. She nodded. Jack sensed they were close to the drop point.
Jan switched to English.
'We're hardly stopping for you. You can see the place from the road, that's what my message said. It's a place where they can keep cattle if the weather's bad. You'll have to carry it all yourself, your bag and the tube things.'
'That's fine.'
The sun was high. The light bathed them through the car windows. Ros wound her window down, Jack followed her.
There was the rush of air on his face, her hair streamed across her cheeks and nose and mouth.
'There it is.'
Jan was leaning forward between their shoulders. He pointed ahead, through the windscreen, under the central mirror. For a moment the sun had caught the roof of a building that was set back from the road. Beyond the place was a clump of tall trees. For only a moment the light hit at that particular angle and reflected from the tin roof.
'We'll put you down by those trees. Wait until we are gone ten minutes before you move.'
'Goodbye, and again, thank you,' Jack said softiy.
'Good luck, Jack. I hope you pull it off,' a fierceness from Jan.
'I'll put you down in those trees,' Ros said.
Jack grinned. 'Not a chance that we won't.'
The last of the big boasts. They had lost sight of the shed.
The big boasts were all right for his mother and fine for George Hawkins, great for Duggie, brilliant for these kids.
Ros was braking. The big boasts would stop when he joined Thiroko's men. Jack thought they were familiar trees, peeled bark trunks, but he couldn't put a name to them.
There was a car parked off the road and in the shade of the trees.
Jack saw two in the front and two in the back of the saloon car.
'I can't put you down next to them,' Ros said.
They were passing the car.
As a flash, Jack saw the front seat passenger hunched forward, something in his hand, and his hand close to his ear. As a flash, Jack heard the distorted snatch of a radio transmission. Just a flash…
He had heard a radio transmission.
He swung to Ros.
His voice was a whisper. 'Just keep going.'
She turned to him, mouth sagging open.
'No sudden movements. Don't slow, don't accelerate.'
Her face was washed with questions.
'Just drive as if it's normal, like nothing's important to us here.'
Jack could hear her breath spurting.
'Don't turn round, don't look back.'
God, and he wanted to look back. He wanted to look back and into the parked green saloon car and see whether the attention of the men inside was on the Beetle that had sidled past.
'Just drive on, as if it's natural.'
Past the trees, he saw a cattle track leading from an iron gate away across a crudely fenced field, uphill towards a cow shed. He could see no movement at the shed. Above the engine were the crisp calls of the birds. He felt Jan's fingers on his shoulder.
'Don't stop, drive on,' Jack snapped at Ros.
Christ, the girl was good, didn't argue, didn't talk back.
'Keep driving,' a rasp in Jack's voice.
They went on up the slow incline. Jack pulled the map from the glove compartment. He unfolded it over his knees.
His finger was searching for Warmbaths.
The girl was great, the girl was driving with her eyes on the road like it was a Sunday outing.
'When we went past the parked car, as we passed it, did you hear anything?'
'I hardly saw the car.'
'It was taking a radio message.'
'So what?' Jan spoke before he had thought.
'There's not going to be a taxi out here. It was taking a radio message which means it's a police car. Cop on, kid.'
'Christ… '
'Which means that the drop is under observation.'
'Shit…'
Ros was expressionless. Jan sagged back into his narrow space alongside the metal tubes. Jack went back to the map.
He was a long time poring over it. He traced a route on to Mabula, and then a secondary road to Rooiberg, and then on until the turn off to Rankin's Pass through the mountains, and a crossing of the Mogol river and back to Nylstroom that was twenty miles north of Warmbaths. Without measuring the distance with his finger, he thought that the whole journey was more than a hundred and fifty kilometres, and that was the most direct route to Warmbaths without going again down the road past the cow shed and past the parked green saloon car.
'If they're there, in the shed, and the police move in on them, what would they do with them?' Jack asked.
A dulled reponse from Jan. 'They'd take them to the police station at Warmbaths. From there they'd probably helicopter them out to Pretoria or Johannesburg.'
'I have to know, what happens to them.'
Jan flared. 'It wasn't us that was followed.'
'Pretty bloody irrelevant right now.'
'I have to see what happens.'
He gave Ros the route that he wanted her to take. She nodded, she was impassive.
'Is that all right?' Jack asked.
'I'm just your chauffeur,' Ros said.
'You know what's there, Carew, and you know it's something that I never thought you'd let me see, too
