#Chapter49
The Congo rain forest is alive with the sounds of the night creatures, the moon hangs in the sky, and the humidity settles on the world like a wet blanket. Piet tosses and turns in his bed, looking for refuge from the heat and the persistent mosquitoes that insist on dive bombing him; so far the score is Piet 12, mosquitoes 1.
His mind goes over the evidence collected, the spoor at the kill sites, the nights spent in different blinds without even a hint of the big cat, the mauling of the latest victim, no bite marks on the body, wounds that look like defensive wounds on the hands, the lack of spoor leading to or away from the attack area. His mind drifts towards Peggy, his young bride holding the fort in Zambia, waiting for him to return home, but at this rate, he has no idea when that will be.
