FIVE
Having spread death and despair throughout Kinshasa and the surrounding countryside, the wicked sorcerer from Congo had now ensnared Lewis and trailed him back to Nzara. In a few hours Lewis would share the fate of his dear companion Elaine, just as he’d shared the last two passionate years with her; he would join the hundreds of others whose graves he had contemplated pitifully while weeping for his lover and planting purple pansies in the tear-soaked soil.
These were Lewis’s disoriented and fearful thoughts as he lay in his colleagues’ arms, borne onwards to Nzara’s rundown hospital. Riyyak had refused to take him in his jeep, for reasons he alone deemed sound. Firstly, the boss had declared, the vehicle was not a state ambulance and therefore was not to be soiled with blood or ot
