Moerkoffie. ‘Goeiemôre. Ricus.’ Good morning. His Afrikaans accent gave a soft hiss to the ‘s’ in Ricus. ‘Um . . .’ I said. ‘Hello?’ I nearly put down the phone, but instead I said, ‘It needs fixing. My car. Is this the mechanic?’ ‘It’s him, ja.’ ‘I got your number from my friend, Annemarie, in O...
There were flashes of lightning over the Langeberge as the police sirens got closer. ‘What’re we going to tell them?’ I asked Jessie. ‘We shouldn’t be here.’ ‘Jislaaik. There are two murders now. I think we should come clean.’ ‘Too late,’ I said, looking down at our messy clothes. ‘Where are thos...