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me what is eating at your brain right now or I will write a recommendation that you see the doctor because you are definitely going crazy.”
    â€œOkay. You are sitting down so, I will say what I must say. Modise, the policeman from Gabz, is here. I saw him going to the American’s casino. So there it is.”
    â€œOh yes? And this is of such great importance that you are forgetting your lunch and acting like your undergarments are too tight?”
    â€œSanderson! No, I thought you and he…I thought he would have been in touch with you but I heard no phone ringing and so I thought, why is it he doesn’t call?”
    â€œModise will call when he is ready to do so. He is a busy man and if he doesn’t call, there will be a reason. I have no claim on that man. We are friends and we sometimes work together. Now, collect your things. We must check out a sick hippopotamus.”
    â€œWhat?”
    â€œOne of the river guides calls and says there is a hippo making funny noises down near Sodudu Island. He thinks this hippo is sick. Bring the big tranquilizer gun and loads. We will see what is bothering Mr. Hippo.”
    â€œAre you sure you want to do this, Sanderson? Sick or well, those animals are dangerous. One false move and you could add to the statistics of homicide by hippo.”
    â€œCharles, it is what we do. Who else do you suggest should go to the river to see about the hippo? Of course I will be extra careful and so will you. Besides, we have not walked the bank for a while. This same river guide reports he thinks he saw evidence of a vehicle having been on the bank. We will check into that as well. Tsena.”
    â€œI’m coming, I’m coming.”
    The only vehicle available was the old Land Rover with the missing doors. How those doors had become detached in the first place, and remained so for so long in the second, had become a source of chronic annoyance for Sanderson. She’d asked, begged, and submitted countless work orders to have the truck repaired and yet, there it stood, still door-less. Some of the younger game rangers preferred this truck. They thought it made them appear rakish and cool when they cruised through Kasane. Sanderson did not have the heart to tell them that the young women they sought to impress with their macho presence, mostly thought they were silly. Her annoyance at the absent doors did not seem to change anything in the one place it could. The doors remained detached. She tried to impress on the repair department the importance doors on a vehicle had. Doors provide a layer of protection from animals with bad attitudes. She’d declared that if doors were not reattached to the truck soon, she would ask her son, Michael, to do the job for her. He could fix anything.
    â€œYou hang on tight, Charles, or you will tumble out of the truck when we go around a corner.”
    â€œI will have my seat belt. I will be perfectly safe.”
    â€œThat seat belt is broken as well. It will click and you will be thinking you are tucked in safely but it will unclick with just a tiny tug and out you go. So, we will stay on the main track and away from hungry animals.”
    They drove into the park and followed a well travelled road that led northward toward the Chobe River. They had gone a kilometer and a half when Sanderson slowed to a crawl.
    â€œNow you must hold onto the handle on the dash very tight, Charles.”
    â€œBecause?”
    â€œYou will see. Hang on.”
    The front end of the truck jolted and dropped first right and then left. Charles was thrown into Sanderson and then toward the door. He grabbed the dashboard handle and yelped. His seat belt came loose.
    Sanderson eyed a frightened Charles Tlalelo “There, you see. That belt is bad.”
    â€œWhat just happened there?”
    â€œAh, this is for your future education. There is a sharp drop-off at that point in the road. A shallow ridge runs through here for a few