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I hadn’t imagined so many visitors during my honeymoon.”
    His lips twitched in the briefest suggestion of a smile. “I’m sure. You saw the head?”
    I sighed the sigh of a bride resigning herself to sharing her newlywed camp with more than just her groom. “Am I to assume you refer to the head without a brain that our zebra-training friend Dr. Ribeiro was carrying around with him?”
    A nod sufficed as an answer, for Kam was as per usual in a taciturn frame of mind. Sadly, the same couldn’t be said of the Adze.
    “Oh, Yao likes the sound of this doctor friend of yours,” Yao gushed. “A thoughtful fellow indeed, carrying around an extra head.”
    “I admire any man with sense to carry about such a suitable snack,” Yawa agreed.
    “What manner of beast decapitates a person and removes the brain?” I asked, hoping to provoke a more adequate response.
    “The Kerit,” Jonas stated as he built up the structure of firewood. It was a good deal more impressive than Mr. Timmons’ efforts (a fact I would never mention aloud). I was pleased that our new employee was skilled in such practical matters, for a cup of tea was at that moment indispensably necessary.
    Yao grinned sufficiently to reveal almost all his teeth. “How enchanting. The Kerit has returned. What great sport we shall have.”
    I frowned at the former firefly. “I see the propensity for disagreeable entertainment is as prevalent in African vampires as it is in the English ones.”
    Yao snorted in disdain while Yawa bared her teeth at me and hissed, “Don’t dare compare us with your pale-faced ruffians.”
    “Ladies,” Mr. Timmons interjected, having satisfied himself that we were in no imminent danger of having our blood drained or our organs devoured for dinner. “While I’m always delighted to host my wife’s unique, work-related acquaintances, I believe we’ve far surpassed the acceptable duration of a social visit.”
    Tempted as I was to pursue the conversation, Mr. Timmons did have a point and a jolly good one at that. Mrs. Beeton, the illustrious author of the Book of Household Management , was quite firm on the duration of time a social visit should be endured. And need I mention that this was supposed to be a honeymoon? The lateness of the hour only solidified the point. Personally, I preferred not to gallivant about at night unless life or death required me to do so.
    “Tomorrow perhaps?” I suggested and caught Mr. Timmons’ belligerent expression. He may have cleaned up his sideburns and tied back his dark mane, but he had limited tolerance for social niceties and even less for having his plans disturbed. “Or perhaps we could convene next week and discuss this brainless business,” I hastened to amend my invitation. “When we return to Nairobi. After our honeymoon. Will that do, Kam?”
    Kam raised a finely shaped eyebrow and tilted his smoothly shaven head. Without further comment, he turned and melted into the night, followed eagerly by the two Adze.
     

 
     
     
     
    Chapter 5

    “Remove your tongue from the frying pan!”
    And thus I was awoken one morning, several days after our strange firefly visitation.
    “My tongue isn’t in the pan,” I grumbled, but only after checking that the muscle in question was firmly within my mouth.
    “I don’t believe he was referring to you, dear lady,” Mr. Timmons murmured at my side.
    “It’s terribly irksome to be awoken with such a controversial statement,” I scolded him, as if it was his fault that such words had been uttered. “For now my curiosity is prodding me to awaken while the rest of me wants nothing more than to prolong my slumber.”
    “Ah yes,” he replied, a smile in his voice. “The curse of the investigator: unbridled curiosity and an utter disregard for safety.”
    I rolled over and peered down at the rogue. “You’re not planning on stepping out, by any chance?”
    “I’m not an investigator.”
    “Most inconvenient,” I said, for now my