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Far Horizon

Tony Park was born in 1964 and grew up in the western suburbs of Sydney. He has worked as a newspaper reporter in Australia and England, a government press secretary, a public relations consultant, and a freelance writer. He is also a major in the Australian Army Reserve and served six months in Afghanistan in 2002 as the public affairs officer for the Australian ground forces. He and his wife, Nicola, divide their time between their home in Sydney, and southern Africa, where they own a tent and a Series III Land Rover. Tony Park can be contacted at
www.tonypark.net

‘A racy, well-written tale of international crime located in the exotic setting of Africa . . . The development of the relationship between Mike and Sarah is one of the enduring elements of this highly readable, informative and entertaining book'
WEST AUSTRALIAN

‘This book knows about things that other writers might have to labour to explain. This novel uses many of the standard devices of action-thriller writing. But underneath that is a deep knowledge of, and concern for, the fragile natural and human environments of south east Africa that lift it onto another plane'
SYDNEY MORNING HERALD

‘If you like a cracking action yarn, there's much to recommend in . . . FAR HORIZON . . . Park . . . obviously has an affinity for Africa, and this shines through in the novel's strong sense of place.'
SUNDAY TELEGRAPH

Also by Tony Park
Zambezi
African Sky
Safari
Silent Predator
Ivory
FAR
HORIZON
TONY PARK

First published 2004 in Macmillan by Pan Macmillan Australia Pty Limited
This Pan edition published 2005 by Pan Macmillan Australia Pty Limited
1 Market Street, Sydney

Copyright © Tony Park 2004

Reprinted 2005(twice)

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National Library of Australia
Cataloguing-in-Publication Data:

Park, Tony, 1964–.
Far horizon.

ISBN 0 330 42147 6.

1. Safari guides – Africa – Fiction. 2. Poachers – Africa – Fiction. I. Title.

A823.4

The characters and events in this book are fictitious and any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

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Far Horizon
Tony Park

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Contents

Cover

About Tony Park

Also by Tony Park

Title page

Copyright

Dedication

Acknowledgments

Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

Chapter 27

Chapter 28

Chapter 29

Chapter 30

Chapter 31

Chapter 32

Chapter 33

Epilogue

For Nicola
Acknowledgments

The man who provided me with the greatest assistance during the research of this book wants to remain anonymous. He was one of many Australian Army engineers who were involved in landmine clearance in Mozambique and he provided me not only with a wealth of detail about the dangerous business of de-mining, but also with descriptions and photographs of Maputo. To him, and the members of 17th Construction Squadron, Royal Australian Engineers, who shared with me the stories of their tour in Namibia, thank you. Any mistakes or exaggerations about the work of the Australian Army or the UN in Africa are all mine.

I researched and wrote
Far Horizon
while travelling in southern Africa with my wife in our old Land Rover. My thanks go to Dennis and Liz in Zimbabwe, who continue to care for and garage the truck in between our visits, and the many other friends and acquaintances we've made on our travels over the past eight years who all added to our knowledge of Africa and its
wildlife. Gary Phillips from National Airways Corporation in South Africa helped with information about helicopters, and Dr Michael O'Flynn's stories of his work in Soweto's Chris Hani Baragwanath Hospital taught me more than I wanted to know about gunshot wounds. Again, any errors are down to me.

My mother Kathy, wife Nicola and mother-in-law Sheila all read and re-read early drafts and made editorial suggestions that proved sound. The book would not have got this far without them.

At Pan Macmillan I am indebted (forever) to fiction publisher Cate Paterson for her initial reading and suggestions, and for the deal; to Sarina Rowell and Glenda Downing for their sensible, no-nonsense edits; and to publicist Jane Novak for that first cup of coffee.

Prologue

‘T
heron needs to speak to you.'

The voice on the other end of the mobile phone was South African. Normally its tone was friendly, jovial.

The man driving the truck said nothing, but swung the steering wheel hard, one-handed, to the left, bringing the bright yellow Bedford to a halt on the grass verge of the road.

He said nothing despite the flurry of questions.

‘What is it? Did you see something?' asked one of the tourists from the rear cab. ‘Why have we stopped?'

‘Mike? Are you still there, Mike?' Rian de Witt said into the phone from his office in Johannesburg, four hundred kilometres away.

The driver ran his free hand through his long, dark hair, until it stopped at the band holding the strands in a ponytail. On the other end of the phone line he heard an ambulance siren in the background that brought back memories of the hospital where
she worked. As his mind raced he stroked his bristly jawline. Anything to stop his hands from shaking.

He looked out across the expanse of dry yellow grass, the plain spotted here and there with stunted, thirsty acacias. A bachelor herd of impala rams grazed a hundred metres off to the right. They barely paid any notice to the garish overland tour vehicle or the chatting passengers.

‘Yeah, I'm still here,' he said. The accent was from half a world away, maybe softened a little after more than a year's absence from his native Australia.

Michael Williams was there in body, but his mind was across the border again, out past where the little antelope were grazing, over the Lebombo Hills that marked the border better than any line on a map. He was thinking of Mozambique.

‘Where are you?' Rian asked, knowing what was going through the Australian's mind. Worrying.

Another pause.

‘Mike?'

‘Kruger. I'm still in the national park. Up north. Near Punda Maria. Mobile phone's only just come back into range again. What do you mean Theron wants to speak to me?'

‘He didn't say, but he said it was urgent.'

Sarah Thatcher, a blonde-haired woman in the front passenger seat, realised the tour guide hadn't stopped because he'd seen a lion or an elephant, or a leopard. This was personal. Sarah's instincts were aroused. She reached for the notepad in the side pocket of her daypack, flipped it open and wrote the word ‘Theron' on the blank page, shielding it from his
view. It might be nothing, but the way the colour had drained from Mike's face suggested the opposite.

He was normally so bloody laid-back. But she had been trained to observe and now saw how his shoulders were bunched and knotted, like a big cat tensing before a final leap. His stocky frame was tensed, the muscles on his nut-brown arms clearly defined, the khaki T-shirt blotched dark with sweat. Something in the truck's big diesel engine tick-ticked as it idled.

He said it was urgent
. Mike felt his pulse rate climb. His left hand gripped the steering wheel now, so hard it started to hurt. The mobile phone felt like it might shatter in his right hand.

‘When? Where?'

‘You're supposed to be crossing from South Africa into Zimbabwe tomorrow. You still on schedule?' Rian asked.

‘Yeah.'

‘He wants you to report to the South African Police post at Messina, at the border crossing, tomorrow morning. I gave him your schedule and he said he'd meet you there.'

A hundred possible reasons. But why the urgency? ‘OK.'

‘Mike?'

‘Yeah?'

‘Are you really OK? Is everything all right, man?'

‘I'm fine, the passengers are fine, everybody's fine,' Mike said, trying to sound relaxed.

He'd run away from the horror, changed his life, but he hadn't run far. Maybe, he told himself, he'd stayed in Africa because one day he might get a call
like this one. He hadn't heard from the detective for a year and had nearly given up hope that he ever would. Or, he wondered, had he started to hope the call would never come?

The faces, the places, that lived in his nightmares had grown dimmer and appeared less frequently as the months marched on, but now, as he said his goodbyes and switched off the mobile phone, they leapt back into horrible focus.

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