Деон Мейер - Cobra

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Why would a mathematics professor from Cambridge University, renting a holiday home outside Cape Town, require a false identity and three bodyguards? And where is he, now that they are dead? The only clue to the bodyguards' murder is the snake engraved on the shell casings of the bullets that killed them. Investigating the massacre, Benny Griessel and his team find themselves being drawn into an international conspiracy with shocking implications. It seems it is not just the terrorists and criminals of Britain and South Africa who may fear the Professor's work, but the politicians too. As the body count begins to spiral viciously, Benny must put his new-found love life aside and focus on finding the one person who could give him a break in the case: a teenage pickpocket on the run in the city. But Benny is not the only person hunting for Tyrone Kleinbooi . . . Shortlisted for the CWA International Dagger, COBRA is a relentlessly suspenseful, topical and richly rewarding novel from an author who is acclaimed around the world as a brilliant voice in crime fiction.

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Then he went in search of the fourth victim.

The first room, up the passage to the left, had the door open, curtains drawn. He switched on the light. There was a suitcase on the double bed, open. A blue-grey tie, and an empty black shoulder holster lay on the dressing table. In the en-suite bathroom, shaving material and a toothbrush were neatly arranged. Apart from that, nothing.

He walked to the second bedroom. Tidy. Two single beds. A small travelling case at the foot of one. A jacket on a hanger, hooked into the handle of the dark brown wardrobe. A toilet bag hung from a rail in the adjoining bathroom.

He walked out into the passage again, opened a door to the right. It was a big bathroom, gleaming white, with a bath on ball-and-claw feet, a washbasin on a marble slab, bidet, and a toilet.

The next two bedrooms were empty, with no sign of occupation. The last one was right at the end, on the left. The door was open, the room inside almost in darkness. He switched on the light.

Outside the rain stopped abruptly, leaving an eerie silence.

It was a large room. In chaos. The loose carpet lay rucked up. The double bed was askew, the mattress and bedding thrown off. The chair in front of a beautiful antique desk lay on its back, the standard lamp on the desktop was overturned, all the drawers were pulled open. And the doors of the massive wardrobe stood wide too, a pile of clothes on the ground. A large suitcase in the corner, upside down.

‘Benna!’ A sharp interruption to the softly dripping silence, from the front door, startling him.

Captain Vaughn Cupido had arrived.

‘I’m coming,’ he shouted back. His voice echoed hoarsely through the huge empty house.

Cupido stood on the threshold in his long black coat, a new piece he confessed he had picked up ‘at a factory shop in Salt River, for a song, pappie; classic detective style, the Hawk in Winter, I’m telling you’.

And as Griessel carefully negotiated the hall, he was suddenly conscious of his own crumpled trousers. The thick blue jersey and jacket hid his shirt at least. Yesterday’s clothes. And Cupido wouldn’t miss that.

‘Howzit, Benna. How many are there?’

Griessel walked out onto the veranda, began taking off the gloves. The dark mass of clouds was gone; the sun was trying to break through, making him blink. The view was suddenly breathtaking, the Franschhoek valley unveiled in front of him.

‘One of the farm workers is lying in the vineyard. There’s been too much rain; I haven’t been able to get there. And there are two inside.’

Jissis . . .’ Then Cupido looked sharply at him. ‘You OK, Benna?’

He knew his eyes were bloodshot, and he hadn’t shaved. He nodded. ‘Just slept badly,’ Benny Griessel lied. ‘Let’s go and look at the one out there.’

The first victim lay on his back, between two rows of vines – a coloured man, dressed in what looked like a dark red uniform with a silver trim. Cupido and Griessel stood on the edge of the lawn, just four metres from the body. They could see the large exit wound between the eyes.

‘He was shot from behind. And dragged over there.’ Griessel pointed at the two faint, washed-out furrows that ended at the man’s heels. ‘And these are the footprints of the labourer who found him lying here this morning.’

‘It’s a brother,’ said Cupido, and then, accusingly, ‘In a slave outfit.’

‘He works at the guesthouse. According to the—’

‘This is a guesthouse? I thought it was a wine farm.’

‘It’s a wine farm with a guesthouse—’

‘As if they don’t make enough money. You’re sure you’re all right?’

‘I’m fine,Vaughn.’

‘Did you go home last night?’

‘No. According to the—’

‘Was there a case I don’t know about?’

‘Vaughn, I worked late. You know how the admin piles up. And then I fell asleep.’ He hoped Cupido would just let it go.

‘In your office?’ Sceptical.

‘Yes. The station—’

‘So that’s how you got the call so early?’

‘That’s right. According to the station detectives, around about nine last night this worker was supposed to come to top up the firewood and check that all the guests were happy. When he didn’t come home, his wife thought he must have gone out on the town . . . Then the morning shift found him here. Then they saw the other one in the hallway. The trouble is, they say there were three.’

‘Now you’re losing me, man. I thought there were three?’

‘There were three guests. Inside.’

‘So there shoulda been four victims?’

‘Yes . . .’

‘So where’s number four?’

‘That’s the big question. The thing is . . . We have three head shots, Vaughn. The other one in there was shot through his pistol hand and in the head, the two shells are lying this close together . . .’

It took a second for Cupido to grasp. ‘ Jissis , Benna. Double tap.’

‘On a moving target . . .’

Cupido merely shook his head in awe. ‘That’s sharp shooting, pappie . . .’

‘What bothers me most: the last bedroom shows signs of a fight. Now why would a man who can shoot like that wrestle with a person?’

Cupido looked at Griessel anxiously. ‘You thinking what I’m thinking?’

Benny didn’t want to say it, the implications were serious. He merely nodded.

‘There’s a newspaper photographer at the gate, Benna.’

‘Fuck,’ said Griessel.

‘Kidnapping. When last did we see that ?’

‘There’s more trouble. Both the men inside look like . . . If I think of their build, hair, the clothes, both carrying Glock Seventeens. I think they are law enforcement. Or military, or Spooks . . .’

‘You’re kidding me.’

‘And a man who shoots like that, faultless . . . He’s had training. Task force, Special Forces, Intelligence . . . Something like that. A pro.’

Cupido turned around and stared at the house. ‘Shit. Trouble, Benna. Big trouble.’

Griessel sighed. ‘That’s right.’

‘We’ll have to get moving, pappie.’

‘I’ll have to call the Giraffe. They’ll have to manage the press.’

They didn’t move. They stood side by side, heads bowed – Cupido a head taller than the stocky Griessel – mulling over all the implications, hesitating before the chaos that they knew would ensue.

Until Cupido, with the tails of his Hawk in Winter coat flapping in the icy wind, put his hand protectively on Benny’s shoulder.

‘Benna, at least there’s one silver lining.’

‘What do you mean?’

‘The way you look this morning, I thought you must’ve gone on a bender again. But a dronkgat couldn’t do it; you couldn’t have figured all that out if you’d been pissed . . .’

He turned and began to walk towards the guesthouse.

2

Tyrone Kleinbooi saw the aunty climb up into the third-class carriage, here where the Metrorail train 3411 stood at Platform 4 of Bellville Station, just before 8.50 on the Monday morning. She was clearly in her best outfit, wearing a sober headscarf, clutching her large handbag with both hands. He shifted up a little to make the empty seat beside him seem more alluring.

She looked at the seat, and at him, and then she headed towards him, as he knew she would. Because he looked respectable. Even features , as Uncle Solly used to say. You’ve got even features, Ty. It’s a boon in this industry.

Industry. As if they worked for a company.

She sat down with a sigh, balancing the handbag on her lap.

‘Morning, aunty,’ he said.

‘Morning.’ She looked him up and down, taking in his tall, skinny frame, and asked: ‘Now where do you come from?’

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