Burning Angels

46

Jaeger eyed the big German. He was in great shape, and would very likely have made a fine elite soldier, had his life followed a different path. He’d certainly shown little apparent fear upon their first encounter.

‘Falk, we’re going to let you in on a secret. We’re both ex-services. Special forces. A few months back we left the military and got married, and I guess we’re both searching for something: a cause to get involved with that’s bigger than us.’

‘We think we may have found it,’ Narov added. ‘Today, here with you at Katavi. If we can help put a stop to the poaching, that would mean more to us than a whole month of safaris.’

Konig glanced from Narov to Jaeger. There was still a hint of uncertainty as to whether he should trust them.

‘What do you have to lose?’ Narov prompted. ‘I promise you – we can help. Just get us in the air so we can see the lie of the land.’ She glanced at Jaeger. ‘Trust me, my husband and I have dealt with far worse than poachers before.’

That pretty much put an end to the debate. Konig had developed a soft spot for the beguiling Narov, that much was clear. No doubt he was keen to bend the rules and to show off his prowess in the air. But the chance of furthering his mission – of saving his wildlife – that had been the clincher.

He got up to leave. ‘Okay, but you come as independents. Not as guests of Katavi. Clear?’

‘Of course.’

He shook hands with them both. ‘It is most unorthodox, so please keep it quiet. We meet at seven a.m. sharp at the airstrip. There will be breakfast once we lift off, that’s if you still have the stomach for it.’

It was then that Jaeger fired a final question at him, as if in afterthought.

‘Falk, I’m curious – have you ever set foot inside that aircraft in the cave? Have you seen inside it?’

Caught off his guard, Konig couldn’t disguise the evasiveness in his answer. ‘The warplane? Seen inside it? Why would I have? It is of little interest to me, to be honest.’

With that he wished them goodnight and was gone.

‘He’s lying,’ Jaeger told Narov, once he was out of earshot. ‘About never having been on that plane.’

‘He is,’ Narov confirmed. ‘When someone says “to be honest”, you can know for sure they’re lying.’

Jaeger smiled. Classic Narov. ‘Question is, why? On all other fronts he seems genuine. So why lie about that?’

‘I think he is scared. Scared of Kammler. And if our experience is anything to go by, he has every reason to be.’

‘So we join his game patrol,’ Jaeger mused. ‘How does that help us get back beneath the mountain; get on to that warplane?’

‘If we can’t get on to it, the next best thing is to speak to someone who has – and that’s Konig. Konig knows everything that goes on here. He knows there is darkness behind the glossy facade. He knows all the secrets. But he’s scared to talk. We need to draw him on side.’

‘Hearts and minds?’ Jaeger queried.

‘First his heart, then his mind. We need to bring him to a place where he feels safe enough to talk. In fact, where he feels obliged to. And by helping to save his wildlife, we can do that.’

Together they wandered back to their safari bungalow, passing under a giant spreading mango tree. A troop of monkeys screeched at them from the branches, before hurling down some gnawed mango stones.

Cheeky sods, Jaeger thought.

Upon arrival here, he and Narov had been handed a brochure regarding proper etiquette to be maintained around monkeys. If confronted by one, you had to avoid eye contact. They would see it as a challenge, and it would send them into a rage. You had to back away quietly. And if a monkey grabbed some food or a trinket off you, you were supposed to give it up voluntarily and report the theft to one of the game guards.

Jaeger didn’t exactly agree with the advice. In his experience, capitulation invariably led to greater aggression. They reached their bungalow and slid back the heavy wooden screen that served as a shutter to the large glass doors. Jaeger was immediately on his guard. He could have sworn they’d left the screen open.

As soon as they stepped inside, it was clear that someone had been in their room. The massive bed had had the mosquito netting lowered all around it. The air was chill; someone had switched on the air conditioning. And there were handfuls of red petals scattered across the pristine white pillows.

Jaeger remembered now. This was all part of the service. Whilst they had been dining, one of the maids had been in to lend that added honeymoon touch. It had been like this the first night too.

He flicked off the air con. Neither of them liked sleeping with it.

‘You take the bed,’ Narov called to him, as she went to use the bathroom. ‘I’m on the sofa.’

The previous night, Jaeger had slept on the couch. He knew better than to argue. He stripped down to his boxers and threw on a dressing gown. Once Narov was done, he went to brush his teeth.

When he came out again, he found her wrapped up in the thin sheet on the bed. The contours of her body could clearly be seen through the bedclothes. She had her eyes closed, and he presumed the alcohol had sent her straight to sleep.

‘I thought you said you’d take the sofa,’ he muttered, as he prepared to settle down on it… again.