Duncan’s one day in Cape Town was completely ruined by the detective. Everywhere he went he saw, or thought he saw the man watching him. It was clear to him that he had been followed to Cape Town and was now being followed around.
He was sure he saw him when the driver stopped at Table Mountain and all during that walk he looked for him. He was sure he saw him when they stopped for lunch at Constanta Winery and by the time they reached the Wildlife Reserve at the Cape of Good Hope, he only wanted the day to end.
Arriving back at the hotel at the end of the tour, he had an early, solitary dinner and went to his room to try and read his new novel.
The next morning, after a troubled night, when the safari guide picked him up, he was pleased there was no sign of the detective. Hopefully, he had returned to Sussex.
The Safari was all he had hoped for and more. After a couple of days of enchantment with the animals, he managed mostly, to forget about the intruder. The days flew by and as he used the new camera he began to take pride in the photographs he was taking. He had so many to show his friends when he returned home.
At the end of the 14 days trip, he made his way back to Cape Town to overnight before his flight back home. And once again, the thought that the detective might be waiting for him when he got to the hotel played on his mind. But there was no sign of him and he began to think that perhaps the detective had given up.
At dinner in his hotel, he introduced himself to a woman who was obviously alone and suggested she join him for a meal. This was wholly unlike him and he marvelled at his nerve in so doing. He learned that this woman was recently widowed, and she lived in the UK not far from where he lived. Having enjoyed a very pleasant evening together, they exchanged phone numbers and departed to their separate rooms. He didn’t know whether he wanted to see her again although he had enjoyed her company. But he would wait and see what if anything transpired from this encounter.
The next day he returned to his normal life in Sussex and after a while, he convinced himself that he had indeed, pulled off the perfect murder.
A few months after his return he contacted the woman he had met in Cape Town and there begun a relationship of dinners, theatre outings and such that both seemed very happy with. No mention of making this a permanent relationship was brought up by either party.
Then, about a year after the Safari and having had no visits from the Police, he began to think of other places he could visit. Africa had seduced him and he thought he would go back and visit the Victoria Falls. So a trip to the travel agents had him booked into a tour from Cape Town to the Victoria Falls. He now considered himself a seasoned traveller and looked forward to the trip.
Having made the decision and the booking he thought how much nicer it would be to have a companion on this trip. A call to his lady friend confirmed that she would like to accompany him to Africa and so arrangements were made for two people to make the trip instead of one.
The day of departure arrived and again, he had the driver pick him up and on the way to the airport stop to pick up his friend. They arrived early because this time he knew they could relax in the lounge enjoying a drink and a snack while waiting for their flight to be called.
But as they left the check in counter he saw that detective again. How had he known he was leaving for Africa on that particular day? The detective waved a hand at him and then turned away. He really did need a drink after that brief encounter.
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