Kristen was carrying the heavy knife she’d brought from Manoj’s place, not an item she would normally touch in Cape Town itself, where she could get two years just for its presence in her bag. Right here, right now, though, she was glad to have it. All the way to the villa, set back off Main Street by a fringe of security railings and heavy flowering bushes, she got more and more paranoid. By the time she rang the bell at the plain gray gates, she was desperate to be off the street. The gates swung slowly open just long enough to allow her admittance, then immediately snapped shut behind her.