#Chapter6

Slowly, ever so slowly the Nile crocodile moves towards its intended prey, tail moving just below the surface of the water, silence fills the area as it moves into position to attack.

The sound of the rifle shot echo’s across the river, the crocodile arches out of the water in a macabre dance of death, blood spraying from the bullet hole between its eyes. David turns at the sound of the shot, to see his wife standing at the edge of the river bank, rifle in hand, aiming in his direction. Another shot, he spins around expecting to feel the tug of a bullet slamming into him, only to...