a shout from the look-out boy. They were heading into shore. Alison doubted whether Lief would even be able to walk.
Jozani is the last vestige of the tropical forest that had at one time covered most of the island. The Red Colobus monkeys make it a tourist attraction, but the monkeys conveniently inhabit a small corner of the forest near the road, not far from one of the spice plantations. Visitors are taken out of the car park, back across the road and down a track to where the monkeys hang out.
The first monkey Craig saw was not remotely red.
"Blue monkey," the guide said. "Over there," he pointed through the trees, "is Red Colobus."
Craig saw a number of reddish-brown monkeys of various sizes playing around in the trees; leaping from one to another, they made quite a racket when they landed among the dry, leathery leaves.
"Great," Craig said. "What about the leopards?"
The guide gave him a blank look.
"You want see main forest?"
"Yes, I want see main forest." He followed the guide back to the road and into the car park. The tour around the main forest, Craig knew, would only scratch the surface of Jozani.
"My driver can guide me," Craig said, slipping a five dollar bill into the guide's palm. "You stay here. Relax. Put your feet up. Get a beer or something."
The guide looked doubtful, but Craig beckoned Popo across. He walked slowly, with a loose stride, long baggy cotton trousers and some kind of sandals. "Tell him it's okay," Craig said to Popo. "You can take me in."
After a moment's hesitation, Popo talked rapidly to the guide, who shrugged and walked back to the reception area defined by a bunch of easy chairs and some printed information and photographs pinned up on boards.
"Let's go, Popo."
Popo headed into the forest.
They followed the path until Craig sensed they were starting to double-back on themselves. He stopped, pushed his sunglasses up over his forehead and lit a cigarette.
"I think I want to head off the path a little," he said as he offered a cigarette to Popo.
The African took a cigarette, and lit it, the $100 bill folded around the pack not lost on him.
"Do you want to take the whole pack?" Craig asked. "I have to head off the path a little way. Leopards, you know?"
"No leopard here." Popo's hand hovered in mid-air.
"Witch doctors then. You interested or not?" Craig offered him the bribe again and nodded in the direction he wanted to go. Popo took the pack of Marlboro, slipping the cash out from underneath the cellophane wrapper and folding it into his back pocket. Then he led the way into the forest proper. After a few yards he knelt down at the base of a tree. Craig knelt down beside him and looked where the kid was pointing. There were dozens of tiny black frogs, each no bigger than a finger tip, congregating on some of the broader fallen leaves.
"Here water come," said Popo. "From sea."
"Floodwater?"
"Yes. No one come here. Dangerous."
"Good. Let's go on, in that case."
As soon as they hit the sandy bottom, the youth in the bow jumped out and tugged the boat up on to the beach. The kid in the stern pulled up the outboard. Three gangly, raggedy youths walked across the beach to meet them. Alison, Karin, Lief and Anna were forced out of the boat at knifepoint and the two youths exchanged a few words with the newcomers before turning their boat around and pushing off from the shore.
Alison, Karin and Anna had to walk with their hands on their heads to the treeline; Lief's hands were still tied behind his back. His face betrayed no emotion. Alison was amazed he'd been able to get up and walk. As for Alison, her legs had turned to rubber, despite her small relief at being on dry land. Their new captors were also armed and ruthless-looking.
The wind blew through the tops of the palm trees, an endless sinister rustling. But as they trooped into the forest, the palms thinned out, their place taken by sturdier vegetation. The canopy was so high it created an almost cathedral stillness. All Alison could hear now, apart from their shuffling progress through the trammelled undergrowth, were the occasional hammerings of woodpeckers and the screams of other, unknown birds. From time to time, on the forest floor she would spot sea shells glimmering through the mulch. She jumped when she almost walked into a bat, only to discover it