They tossed their bags in the back of Will’s newly acquired Toyota and, armed with two travel mugs and a thermos of coffee, they were soon on the road. Thabo and Bandile waved as they left.
The first half hour was quiet. Both were waiting for the other to speak. Finally, Willem glanced over at Jack and said, “I’m supposed to shut up and listen for this ride. Since I’m driving you can’t murder me and dump my corpse.”
Jack took the cue. “I’m not angry now, Willem. I was hurt, pissed, lost, and felt totally alone among friends and family. I still have no idea what went wrong or what I’d done.” He looked over at his handsome former boyfriend. “I wasn’t completely surprised to see you here. When they told me I couldn’t book a tour at Ditholo because of renovations I had a hunch you might be a
