Deon Meyer - Blood Safari

What if …

Wait for the elections to be over. Wait. He had waited eight years, what were a few more months.

A week later he heard about Stef Moller in a bar and drove out to Heuningklip. It was only when he wanted to marry Melanie Lottering that he knew the time was right, it was safe enough to see his family again.

I knew where they would have to hide to see the gate and the access road. I knew from which direction they would expect me.

They would be in pairs, because that made everything easier.

For me too.

I approached from the west, because they would be focused on the north, with one of the team looking south. Through the night sight I saw two of them within fifty metres of my own nest, where I had waited for Donnie Branca and Stef Moller.

I was not familiar with the Galil. I didn’t know for what distance the scope was calibrated. I crawled to within two hundred metres of them and settled down. With very slow deliberate movements, I found enough shelter and took aim.

No wind. I halted the cross-hairs on the shoulder of the one looking south, took a deep breath, let it escape slowly and silently, and pulled the trigger.

Nothing happened.

I made sure the safety was off. Then I remembered that it was a sniper’s weapon. It had a two-stage trigger.

I took aim again, breathed in and out, pulled the trigger, pulled again and the shot boomed. I swung the barrel towards the other, he was moving, looking at his partner. I shot him; saw him jerk.

Then it was quiet.

‘Who shot now?’ Eric’s voice.

The last two. I wasn’t sure where they were. I suspected that they would be covering the eastern front, somewhere beyond the leafy tunnel where I had talked to Donnie Branca. I got up and began to jog from dark spot to dark spot.

‘Dave, come in, Dave, who was that shooting? Did you see anything?’

‘Eric, can you hear me?’ I said.

‘Who the fuck is that?’

‘My name is Lemmer and I’m watching you through the night sight of a Galil.’

I had to talk to him, a talking man can’t hear.

He wouldn’t talk.

‘You’re the only one left, Eric. Now tell me why I shouldn’t pull the trigger.’

‘What do you want?’

‘Information.’

I couldn’t see them. I was on the two-wheel track between the house and the gate. I swung the scope from left to right, slowly, but I couldn’t see them. Farther east? Could be.

‘What kind of information?’

‘I’ve only got two questions. But think carefully before you answer, because you only have one chance.’

‘I’m listening.’

I knew what he was up to. He would gesture to his partner, look here, look there. Their eyes would search for me. Their adrenalin would be pumping; they would be ready to shoot.

‘Put down your weapons.’

I couldn’t keep up searching for them. If they saw me, any movement at all, they would know I was lying.

‘I said, put down your weapons.’

‘OK.’

‘Now get up.’

I couldn’t see anything. They were closer to the gate than I thought.

‘Both of you.’

I waited, stretching out the silence.

‘Now what?’ asked Eric.

‘Walk towards the road.’

‘Which road?’

‘The road to the house.’

‘OK.’

But I saw nothing.

Did they know I was bluffing?

I still couldn’t see a thing.

Then I saw the movement, far down the road.

‘We’re at the road.’

‘Walk towards the house.’

They approached, still too far away to recognise in the dark.

‘Eric, put your hands on your head.’

Both figures did that.

‘No, not both of you. Just Eric’

One of them dropped his hands. I let them come within a hundred metres of me, then aimed at the upper thigh of the one who was not Eric. I shot and he dropped.

‘What the fuck are you doing?’

‘Lie down next to him.’

‘Shit, Eric, my leg!’

I ran through the trees beside the road, closer to them.

The other man moaned about his leg. Fifty metres, then I dropped flat at the edge of the trees and took aim.

‘Eric, I’m going to bleed to death.’

‘Shut up, Kappies.’

I could see them clearly. Eric lay beside Kappies.

‘You’d better help him,’ I said.

Eric sat up. He just looked at his partner.

‘Help me, Eric’

Eric grabbed at his waist. For a second I thought he was going for a gun, but then I saw him taking off his belt.

‘Jissis , Kappies,’ and he strapped the belt around his leg.

‘It’s not working.’ Kappies voice was panic stricken.

‘Lie fucking still, I’m doing what I can.’ Eric took his shirt off and ripped it. ‘I’m not a fucking doctor.’

Feverishly, he wound the cloth strips around the wound.

‘That’s all I can do.’

Kappies just groaned.

‘Time for answers,’ I said.

‘What do you want?’

‘I’ve got just two questions. Answer quickly. If you take too long, I’ll shoot him again. In the other leg this time. If you lie to me, I’ll shoot you.’

‘Please,’ begged Kappies.

‘Ask what you want to ask.’

‘I will count to three. If you don’t answer, I’ll shoot him. It’s in your hands.’

‘Ask.’

‘Right. Question one: who do you work for?’

He didn’t answer straight away. ‘One.’

‘Jissis , Eric’

‘Two.’

It was Kappies who shouted, ‘Es Cee Ay.’

‘What?’

‘Southern Cross Avionics,’ shouted Kappies.

‘Thank you,’ I said. ‘Now, question two: who gave the order to kill Emma le Roux?’

‘What do you mean?’

Eric was trying to gain time. I fired, deliberately aiming just next to Kappies’ foot. He screamed in terror.

‘Please, please, it was Eric!’

‘Jissis , Kappies.’

‘It was, Eric, you fucking know it.’

‘Listen,’ said Eric in a rush and looking in my direction. ‘The order came from the top.’

‘Who gave it?’

‘Tell him, Eric’

‘One,’ I counted.

Silence.

‘Two.’

‘Shit, Eric, tell him.’

‘Wernich.’

‘Who is Wernich?’

‘Quintus Wernich. He’s the chairman.’

‘Of what?’

‘Of the board.’

‘Where is he?’

‘You said two questions.’

‘I lied.’

Kappies moaned again.

‘Where is he?’

‘He lives in Stellenbosch,’ Kappies yelled. ‘We don’t have his address.’

‘Who were the three that attacked Emma in Cape Town?’

‘Kappies, keep quiet.’

‘It was Eric and Vannie and Frans.’

‘Fuck it, Kappies, I should have let you bleed to death, you coward.’

‘And who attacked us, at the road?’

‘They did. Those three.’

‘Was it you lot who threw Frank Wolhuter in the lion camp?’

‘Yes.’

‘You were there too, Kappies.’

‘I sat in the Jeep, I swear.’

‘What did you get from Wolhuter? What did he want to show Emma?’

‘A picture.’

‘What picture?’

‘An old photo. Of Cobie and Emma, when he was still in the army.’

‘Did you torture Edwin Dibakwane?’

‘Who’s that?’

‘The gate guard from Mohlolobe.’

‘We were all there. Kappies too.’

‘But Eric put the snake in your house.’

Bosom buddies, obviously.

‘What were you doing with the Jeep in the hospital car park the other day?’

‘We wanted to put a GPS sensor on your car, but you came out.’

‘How did you know which one was my car?’

‘We hacked into Budget’s computer system.’

‘There was a GPS thing on Emma’s car.’

‘Yes.’

‘Why did you wait so long before you attacked us?’