“WHISPERED JOHN GITTINGS. “IN THE corner, behind the hedge.” I looked where he was pointing and saw nothing. But then a second later, the leaves of the box hedge rustled again, although there wasn’t the slightest breath of wind. One of the keepers raised his rifle, and I pushed it right back down again. “You don’t even know what you’d be hitting,” I muttered. “You’d look pretty bloody stupid if it was a peacock.” John and I exchanged a glance as the keeper shipped his rifle again wit...h obvious resentment. “Pincer movement?” John asked. “Makes sense,” I said. “I’m going to go around the zebra house and use the back wall for cover. You come in along the line of the hedge on this side, but don’t get in too close. When I round that corner, we should see each other. I’ll give you the high sign, and we both start playing at once.” John nodded tersely.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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