There were uniformed guys everywhere, regular soldiers and Internal Security. Some were roughing up their manacled prisoners, others strutted around with weapons slung from their shoulders, spoiling for a fight. Apart from the dismembered AfricAid guy, I hadn’t seen one white face.When the cell door closed behind me, I sat down with my back to the wall. She hadn’t killed Dimitri. Something wasn’t right about the payment for the Haplon materiel. There was fighting where Brad was working at Mbuji-Mayi.“Hey, Ned. Ned, that you, man? They brung you back?”I got up and went to the peephole just as the warder shouted and came running. He unlocked Jay’s cell and went in, swinging a wood truncheon. Jay screamed.“Hey!” I yelled. “Leave the kid alone!” I banged the door with the heel of my hand, helpless. “Hey, you! Over here!”I heard the truncheon hit hard, and Jay crying “No!”I kicked my door in fury and frustration. He hit the kid again, and I rolled around, my back against the door, and closed my eyes.
