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Wild Justice
by
Wilbur Smith


There were only fifteen joining passengers for the British Airways
flight at Victoria Airport on the island of Malic in the oceanic
republic of the Seychelles.

Two couples formed a tight group as they waited their turn for
departure formalities. They were all young, all deeply tanned and they
seemed still carefree and relaxed by their holiday in that island
paradise. However, one of them made her three companions seem
insignificant by the sheer splendour of her physical presence.

She was a tall girl, with long limbs and her head set on a proud,
shapely neck. Her thick, sun-gilded blonde hair was twisted into a
braid and coiled high on top of her head, and the sun had touched her
with gold and brought out the bloom of youth and health upon her
skin.

As she moved with the undulating grace of one of the big predatory
cats, bare feet thrust into open sandals, so the big pointed breasts
joggled tautly under the thin cotton of her tee-shirt and the tight
round buttocks strained the faded denim of her hacked-off shorts.

Across the front of her tee-shirt was blazoned the legend "I AM A LOVE
NUT" and below it was drawn the suggestive outline of a coco-de-mer.

She smiled brilliantly at the dark-skinned Seychellois immigration
officer as she slid the green United States passport with its golden
eagle across the desk to him, but when she turned to her male companion
she spoke in quick fluent German. She retrieved her passport and led
the others through into the security area.

Again she smiled at the two members of the Seychelles

Police Force who were in charge of the weapons search, and she swung
the net carry bag off her shoulder.

"You want to check these?" she asked, and they all laughed. The bag
contained two huge coco-de-mer; the grotesque fruit, each twice the
size of a human head, were the most popular souvenirs of the Islands.

Each of her three companions carried similar trophies in net bags, and
the police officer ignored such familiar objects and instead ran his
metal detector in a perfunctory manner over the canvas flight bags
which made up the rest of their hand luggage. It buzzed harshly on one
bag and the boy who carried it shamefacedly produced a small Nikkormat
camera. More laughter and then the police officer waved the group