|The huge annual gala was planned months before 9/11, |
but when Greg saw the sign he had to wonder
if the date was a coincidence, or if the locals
knew something long before the U.S. did
The Toyota Land Cruiser crawled up the last low escarpment before the drop toward Kenya, braked hard, and slid to a halt in the rocky roadbed. Jolted from the stupor that comes with riding rough roads for hours under the African sun, Greg’s right hand instinctively reached for the rifle in its scabbard on the dash. He glanced left at his driver, Muwinga, who was wide eyed and gripping the wheel, then looked up the hill to see what the problem might be.
“Not good,” Muwinga hissed, as the Land Rover an eighth of a mile ahead reversed from the ridgeline and backed down toward them.