And once you’ve got the justification down, it becomes a matter of acceptance. Convincing yourself there really is no other choice. Lilith gets me out of prison. She simply pushes the cell door open and we stroll out into the late afternoon. No one even looks in our direction. We’re invisible to them. Which also means the fact that my car is impounded at the rear of the police station means nothing. Lilith leans past a cop watching repeats of Isidingo (one of the worst soaps on television and the dog’s favourite), grabs the keys from the security booth, and we drive straight out the parking lot without a single challenge. ‘Stop here,’ she says after we’ve put a bit of distance between us and the station. I pull over. She watches me. I stare back. ‘We still have a deal?’ she says. ‘The ramanga’s soul for my daughter’s killer.’ She nods. ‘When will you get it?’ I check my watch. It’s four in the afternoon. ‘I’ll go in after five. Won’t be as many people then.
