Chapter 12
Harry had worked himself into a fury. He hadn’t been this angry in a long time. It was the afternoon of their visit to Skebelsky’s, and they were back in his bungalow at Kusi Lodge. Harry had sent Esther home, wherever that was (he resolved to find out), telling her he and Aldo needed to have a serious talk.
Harry couldn’t help yelling, “So, you brought me all the way to Africa to involve me in some investment scheme?”
Aldo was comfortably seated on their patio as he sipped a glass of wine. Harry was pacing in front of him, too nervous to sit or to drink.
The Italian replied calmly, “Not at all, Harry. Perhaps you notice, no one has asked you for money.”
“Esther managed to dispose of a chunk of cash yesterday. It was all I could get out of the ATM at one go. Four hundred do
