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"Well, I would like to cook a fish like the one that creature caught. I have never seen such a fish."

Rick looked at Pandit in disbelief. "What?"

"You asked me about my sense of adventure."

"Maybe I should fetch a dinosaur to roast."

"Yes," said Pandit, "but a small one."

Rick laughed. "It'd probably taste like chicken."

"Perhaps," admitted Pandit. "There is only one way to find out."

"Are you serious?"

"Why not? Mr. Neville said, long ago, safari cooks always served game. Back then, catching dinner was
part of the guide's job."

"I guess the robotic animals they have nowadays don't make for much of a stew."

Pandit sighed. "In Uganda, we just pretended we were on safari. That's why Mr. Neville quit, you know.
He could remember when it was still real. But this will be real," said Pandit with dawning enthusiasm.
"You know, I never considered the possibilities. There are all sorts of things downwhen people have
never tasted."

"Or tasted people," added Rick.

"True," said Pandit. "But, as the chef, what people eat is my concern. What eats people is yours."

"I'll try to remember that," said Rick.

"I'm sure Mr. Green will be most gratified."

AS SALVATORE RUSSO parked his car, he was filled with hope that his luck was about to change.
So far, his per-sistence had gone unrewarded, for images of Greighton and his fiancee were old news.
The other paparazzi had gone off to chase more lucrative celebrities, but Sal had kept up his pursuit.
Tonight, it looked like it might pay off.

What inspired Sal's hope was that Greighton's daugh-ter had joined him and his fiancee in the limo. That
alone was something; there were no shots of the fiancee and the kid together. Maybe tonight he could
bag that special image that would bring in the big bucks. A full-blown argument would be worth a small
fortune, but any con-flict, even hostile looks, would sell. He trailed them hop-ing to catch them at the
restaurant or wherever they were going. All he needed was to get in close. Even if nothing was
happening, he was confident he could provoke a re-action that any good caption writer could make
interest-ing. Surprise was on his side. Best of all, he was alone. With no competition, he needn't be
rushed.

His quarry led him to a strange destination, a building in a run-down industrial part of town. Sal stayed in
his car and spied on Greighton and the two women through the telephoto lens of his datacam. He shot a