#Chapter135
The crackle of static from the two way radio jumps through the air as the radio bursts into life.
/"Hello Piet, do you read me?/"
/"Ja Gerald, loud and clear this side./"
/"Piet, my guys found a deserted camp about 30 k from where you are heading, looks like a poacher camp, found a sack full of rhino horns, but what worries me is that the trackers followed the spoor as far as a temp camp out in the bush, two rifles lying in the grass, two rhino horn and lots of lion spoor around, and no bodies./"
/"Gerald, are you telling me this bastard lion is moving around./"
/"Looks that way my friend, judging from the story in the dirt, there were two guys, and the lion attacked at night, taking them both out, Mother Nature did the rest, not even their bloody boots have been found, so we have no way of identifying these bastards and following their trail back to Mr. Big./"
