Echo of an Angry God by Beverley Harper

Author:Beverley Harper
Language: nld
Format: epub
Publisher: Pan Macmillan Australia

TWELVE

In the morning, refreshed and eager to get going, Lana’s mental meanderings of the night before fell into place.

Moffat Kadamanja was, for now, an unknown element. If he knew anything, if he could help, well and good. If not, she’d go it alone.

Karl Henning might be a very nice man trying to help. Okay, she’d let him help. He might also be a very nasty man trying to harm. There was only one way to find out. And in finding out, she might learn more about her father.

Tim Gilbey was undoubtedly the most attractive man she had ever met and probably one of the most provoking. Had he told her everything? What else was he hiding from her? Would she ever see him again?

Just where Tony Davenport fitted in she had no idea.

Over breakfast Lana reviewed her options. She concluded she didn’t really have any. Not yet. What she had was a vague plan of action, an invitation she was uncertain she wanted to accept, a man who wanted to meet her in Lilongwe, a woman in Karonga, and that idiot, Tony Davenport, who was going out of his way to make life as difficult as possible. ‘I can do this,’ she told herself. She was in Malawi doing what she always intended. She owed it to her father and to herself. ‘And that,’ she decided, ‘is the bottom line.’

Satisfied and resolved, Lana drove north towards Lilongwe. She could have taken the new freeway and been in the capital within five hours. Instead, because it was the road she knew her father would have driven, she went via the old route, through Zomba, over the Shiré River and up the Dedza escarpment to the plateau. Shorter by far than the freeway, it should have taken less time than the new road. Unfortunately, the road was more pothole than tar but the views were worth the inconvenience. Beyond Zomba, once colonial capital of Nyasaland, the hilly country quickly fell away. Heat haze stretched to a blue infinity. The air became still and sultry as the highway swept down to lake level and crossed the swirling, chocolate brown Shiré River at Liwonde. The scenery Lana had admired from 30,000 feet did not let her down. The further north she travelled, the more diverse it became until she was high on the spectacular Dedza plateau, where mountains stretched away on all sides like monstrous waves. She wondered why more tourists didn’t come to Malawi. Lakes, rivers, hills, mountains, open savanna, for such a small country it had so much. ‘Except a healthy economy,’ she thought, dodging some wicked potholes in the centre of the road. ‘If only Dad had found oil . . .’ But she knew he hadn’t. The two reports he’d sent to PAGET indicated that oil under Lake Malawi was still a good five million years in the making.

Lana forced her mind back to the present. She had decided to allow herself two full days in Lilongwe before going on up to Karonga.

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