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Zimbabwe, 9.28pm
Natasha watched the last light of the day touch the hills and then fade behind them. The dusty road stretched across the savannah towards the mountains in the east, where green foothills could be seen, an oasis in the parched grey. The road twisted towards the outskirts of the Gonarezhou National Park, where a guide would meet them.
They had been driving in silence for hours, an easy quiet made simple by the years that she had spent with Isac, but now she broke the silence.
“Tell me about this guide, Isac. I want to be sure we haven’t missed anything. We don’t have time to waste here and the clock in Jerusalem is ticking.”
Isac’s eyes remained on the road as he skillfully navigated the many potholes, years of driving in crazy conditions like these evident in his ca
