He’d driven back home wrapped in a cloud of sorrowful self-righteousness. He’d made a sad decision, but it was the right one. He and Jade were always going to be an uneasy partnership at best, and an impossible one at worst. Far more sensible to bring this troubled relationship to an end. In fact, thinking about it with even more brutal honesty—what a roll he’d been on at the time—David acknowledged that Jade was a real catch. Intelligent, fun, beautiful; a woman any man would be proud to call his girlfriend … or even his wife. Thinking about that particular concept made David feel ill, but he’d stubbornly pursued his train of thought. Yes, you would need to have a certain amount of broadmindedness where guns and shooting were concerned if you dated Jade de Jong, but hell, this was Jo’burg. Every man and his dog carried weapons, and half of them, no doubt, illegally acquired. The it director—had she mentioned his name? Yes, Steve, a name David now realised he had always hated.
