CHAPTER SIXTY-EIGHT
Printzlau was out cold. He was in his usual position in the passenger seat of the Range Rover. Nkosi looked at him with disgust. How could a man who slept this much have next to zero energy? While they had been switching roles throughout the night, she wouldn’t have been surprised to discover that he was sleeping even during the times she was supposed to. A pale-faced, hibernating bear of a man he was.
She stepped out of the car for some fresh air and to stretch. The sounds of the private airfield were much more pronounced when outside of the Range. She noticed a private jet ascending into the minimal cloud cover.
“What the f**k?”
She ran back to the driver’s seat and grabbed the binoculars. She honed in on the plane, but couldn’t be certain if that was the same one
