Come on, said Didi, or I ll get out and walk. Silence returned like a muffler. Didi was empathic. I felt her shudder. This tunnel in the trees fascinates me.
Death lurks around here at night.
Death by cats. He started the engine and we drove on toward the nearby Langata gate. In the headlights we saw a single, slinking, low quartered hyena on his cur-like nocturnal rounds. I felt the hairs prickle on the back of my neck. He wasn t a cat, but I had caught Kit s feeling.