A geologic map flashed up.
”What’s up there? I thought the South African diamond sites were farther south in the Kimberley region or much farther west in the Kalahari?”
Kit strode around his desk and stabbed a finger toward a spot on the Limpopo just east of the confluence with the Shashe River coming down from the Botswana-Zimbabwe border. “That, my friend, is the site of the Seta Mine. Alluvial deposits in potholes along the Limpopo, gravel matrix rich in all kinds of goodies. Garnets, jade, corundum, gold, diamonds … That idiot grandkid of mine has vanished into the heart of Africa on a harebrained scheme to bring back diamonds. Bet you the Neo Edo on it. And I can tell you exactly who put her up to it.”
Malcolm groaned and said something profoundly ugly.
Kit ran a hand through his hair. “We were in Goldie’s shop when I told Margo she was through as a trainee scout. And that avaricious, conniving, greedy old…” He couldn’t even finish the tirade. “When I get through with Goldie Morran, she’s going to wish she’d never laid eyes on Margo.”
Kit stormed out of his office. Malcolm Moore trailed hastily behind.
Goldie Morran’s smile disintegrated the moment Kit slammed open her door.
”Why, Kit. Hello. What can I do for you?”
”You can tell me why the hell you sent my granddaughter into the high veldt after your goddamned diamonds!”
Goldie Morran actually lost color. “Kit, I don’t know what you’re-”
”Cut the crap!” Kit stalked over to the counter and slammed both fists down. “You’re not talking to a goddamned tourist!”