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local motor show. “Nice car,” Jack said.
    â€œThanks,” said Trevor. “I got it in Mombasa.”
    Jack turned in his seat and looked at Mr K, who was waiting at the edge of the car park. He waved goodbye and gave Jack one of his cheesy grins. I’ll get you , thought Jack as he waved back. It’s just a matter of time.

Chapter 15: The Lion’s Den
    They’d driven for half an hour in darkness when Trevor piped up. “There’s a place nearby where you can see the sunrise and watch the animals,” he said.
    â€œSounds great,” said Jack, who was looking forward to a break. After all, he’d had a stressful morning.
    After a few minutes, Trevor shifted the car down a gear. “This is the place I told you about,” he said as the Land Rover began to climb a steep hill. The carrocked back and forth as it made its way over some jagged rocks. “You’ll love the view from up here.” He sounded very excited.
    When the car heaved over the ridge, Trevor drove onto a flatter piece of land. With the sun beginning to rise, Jack could make out some trees lining the top of the hill. Dotting the ground were what looked like small- to medium-sized rocks. Trevor put the car into neutral.
    As Jack looked around, he noticed something odd. There weren’t any animals here. What was Trevor thinking? Jack said to himself. Then he heard what sounded like a lion’s yawn.
    Squinting, Jack could just make out some larger shapes underneath the trees. As the sun’s light grew brighter by the second, things became clearer. There were six adult lions lying down on theirbellies. Four of them were female; two of them were male. Jack knew this because two had magnificent manes of hair. Jack wouldn’t have been so worried if it weren’t for the fact that the Land Rover didn’t have any doors on its sides.
    â€œTrevor,” said Jack, not wanting to sound scared, “isn’t this a bit risky? I’d like to see some wild animals,” he added, “but maybe not lions that are this close.”
    Trevor turned to Jack. “Get out,” he said. But he didn’t say it kindly; he said it with a sinister snarl.

    â€œWhat?” said Jack, who wasn’t sure he’d heard Trevor correctly.
    Trevor opened the glove box in front of Jack. He reached in and pulled out a knife in a brown leather sheath. As Trevor slid the cover off with his other hand, he glared at Jack.
    â€œYou heard me,” he growled. “Get out! And if you don’t,” he added, “I’ll have to use this.” Trevor waved the knife in Jack’s face so he could see its razor-sharp edge.

    Jack was stunned. What was going on? Where was the friendly Trevor he knew? And why was he holding a knife in Jack’s face?
    â€œI’ve been collecting these tusks for weeks,” Trevor explained. “And then Chief Abasi had to go and find them on one of his little “walks.” Now, I have to find more ivory,” he explained. “My Far Eastern buyers are desperate for their goods, and I don’t need the likes of you getting in the way.”
    Jack almost couldn’t talk from surprise. “But I thought—” said Jack, thinking about Jasper Kendall and the bootprints he’d found at the shed.
    â€œWhat, that Jasper Kendall had something to do with it?” he snarled. “That guy couldn’t pick his nose if it weren’t for me! I knew a little busybody like you would come sniffing around theshed if it was ever found,” he explained, “so I put Jasper’s boots on and made some nice tracks. Looks like it worked. Otherwise you wouldn’t be here with me.”
    Jack thought back to when he first met Trevor. Trevor made it seem like he was a bit of a clown . . . the floppy hat, his wacky way of piloting the balloon, the way he talked. That was all just a trick to make Jack think he was a nice guy, not a