It was going to be a good safari, the tour guide had promised in his broken English.
Then why was their blood on the carpet in my room?
I called reception and reported my findings. I had to repeat it thrice for her to understand what I was saying. The next thing I knew, the hotel manager and somebody else I had never seen before were knocking on my door like there was a fire.
Another great novel to read (also adding this to the sidebar). If anyone is into the Safari-jungle-mystery novels, they may enjoy this blog book.