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The Last Rhino
This is Part Twenty-three
Refresher from part 22
The Nhdlovus hire local men who will kill you without a moment’s regret. If you slow down what is happening, and they kill you, Fletcher, I will have no regret. I will find more like you,” Gabriel said, resting his hand on Fletcher’s shoulder.
“I understand the job, Gabriel,” Fletcher said, draining his beer.
Part 23
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Rebecca Du Franche had taken six months to get used to the ways of South Africans, how different it was for the whites, and the many injustices that happen if the colour of your skin is black. There had been a few weeks when she believed she could make a difference, but then she didn’t know the system was against her, against anyone who challenged the law.
Last evening, she had taken a warm bath and a glass of wine and used her right hand to relieve herself. This morning, she woke after a dream—not about a man, not even a man like Fletcher Christianson, no, but about being back home in Ireland as a child. The grassy hill at the back of her parent's home, and how, as a toddler, she would run down the slope, skipping, skippity-skip, with her hair flying and her cheeks red.
On waking, she wondered if she would ever feel that happy again.
Samson Ndhlovu was sitting at the table in the kitchen when his brother, Courtney, walked in and sat. A pretty, young, black servant attended to him. She poured him coffee while he grabbed her arse.
“Are you going to tell me what the fuck happened?” Courtney asked gruffly.
“They stumbled on our boys. We had no choice,” Samson said.
“No choice! Fuck you, Samson. They were Kruger’s boys.” He let go of the servant's arse, and she left the kitchen. “I’ve said time and time again, we keep this stuff up north. Kruger will chase down those responsible and won’t stop until he finds them. The two who killed the rangers are a liability. I want that liability dealt with Samson, today. Is that clear?”
“I’ll have Maunji take care of it. Kruger won’t find the rangers; the lions or the crocs will have had them,” Samson argued. “Anyway, we got ourselves a couple of AK-47s and a couple of trackers. If there are rhinos out there, we can track them down.”
The girl servant returned to clear away. “This is the newest, Courtney. What do you think?” He asked, bringing the girl to his knee and pulling her blouse apart, exposing her breasts.
“I think you’re a sick son of a bitch, Samson. I’ve got things to attend to. Make sure the two idiots who killed the rangers can’t talk, not today or forever.”
“No worries, I sent a team out early this morning,” Samson said, fondling the girl.
The phone on Kruger’s desk rang when he walked into his office.
“Iris, take that call, will you? I’m out for the morning.” Gabriel had stayed with Boonsri. He was in no mood to take complaining phone calls.
“Gabriel, a lady says you will take her call,” Iris called from the front office.
For a fleeting second, Gabriel imagined it was his wife. Iris knew his wife’s voice. “Who is it, Iris?”
“She said her name was Rebecca.”
Gabriel walked around his desk. “Put her through.”
“Rebecca, good morning,” he said with a voice defying his mood.
“Hello, Gabriel. I was wondering if I could come and see you?”
“I'm sorry, Rebecca, that would be difficult. As you know, two of my men are dead. I don’t have time for chats, as much as I would care to,” he said.
“Gabriel, I want to help you catch those killers and those responsible behind them. Just give me a chance, Gabriel. Hear me out.”
There was a long pause on Rebecca’s end of the phone. “Get here in fifteen minutes; Fletch is on his way. I’ll hear what you’ve got to say with him being here, too,” Gabriel said, giving in to her.
Rebecca put down the phone and hurriedly pulled on a flimsy dress, not even considering underwear. Everything was packed in the middle of the floor. The windows, the sills, and the occasional tables were stripped of everything. She ignored them and hurried out the door.
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