He’d been waiting for over half an hour and had only been offered rooibos tea. Not even a biscuit. The director’s secretary ignored his glances at his watch and occasional sighs. He passed the time reexamining Kunene’s phone records, which Edison had obtained for him. He sighed again. Samantha would have identified the people by how they fitted into Kunene’s life. However, Edison just gave the names and left it at that. Mma Kunene had assisted by identifying some as friends and family, but quite a few were left. It would have helped if they could actually find Kunene’s cell phone with its contact list, but the phone was missing. Another puzzle. Kubu concentrated on the day Kunene died. At around nine in the morning there was a call to a number that Edison had identified as “US Embassy.” After that there were several office contacts, an incoming call from an unidentified number, and then, at lunchtime, a call to Kunene’s wife—presumably the call where he told her he’d be home late.
