Deon Meyer - Blood Safari
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In Blood Safari
A complicated man with a dishonorable past, Lemmer just wants to do his job and avoid getting personally involved. But as he and Emma search for answers from the rural police, they encounter racial and political tensions, greed, corruption, and violence unlike anything they have ever known.
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She turned reluctantly and went out. The door closed silently. ‘Please, sit down,’ Wernich said.
We hadn’t expected this reaction. We remained standing.
‘Please,’ he said. ‘Let’s discuss this like adults,’ and he gestured gallantly in the direction of the chairs. ‘Make yourselves at home.’
We sat. He nodded in satisfaction, and turned slowly back to the big windows, keeping his back to us.
‘Tell me, Mr Lemmer, my men … Are they still alive?’ It was a conversational tone, as though we had known each other for years.
‘Kappies is alive. I don’t know about Eric’
‘And where are they?’
‘In police custody, by now.’
‘Hmm,’ he said, and clasped his hands behind his back. I saw the thumbs rotating in small circles; he seemed deep in thought. ‘You surprise me.’
I couldn’t think of a response.
‘What’s the amount you have in mind?’
‘What amount?’
‘How much money do you want, Mr Lemmer?’
I finally caught up with him. ‘Is that the way the weapons industry works, Quintus? If you can’t kill, you buy?’
‘A somewhat crude description. Why else would you come here?’
‘You’re finished, Quintus.’
‘Finished?’
‘That’s right.’
He turned around and held open his arms, an invitation. ‘Very well, Mr Lemmer. Here I am. Do what you must.’ Pleasant and reasonable, we might as well have been negotiating over a secondhand missile.
I just stared at him.
‘What now, Mr Lemmer? Are you just going to sit there?’
I was going to say that I was going to make him talk before I dragged him away, but he didn’t give me the chance.
‘You know, Mr Lemmer, the thing that astounded me most was your poor reading skills. I mean, the writing on the wall was so clear: Emma le Roux was in deadly danger, but the so-called bodyguard saw nothing, said nothing, heard nothing and did nothing. At a cost of how much per day? Such incredible incompetence. Only when it was too late did you wake up. Then you wanted to deal out retribution left and right. Actually, it does make sense. Aren’t you the big, strong man that beat an innocent young articled clerk to death with your bare hands? We investigated you, Mr Lemmer. Such a pathetic, pointless life. And it doesn’t improve. Now you are the jailbird who can do no better than to mislead his clients about his apparent abilities, the man in hiding in a small town so he won’t be found out. The one that takes his orders from a lesbian doing her best to live, look and talk like a man.’
By then I was beside him and my arm was drawn back for the blow, but Jeanette shouted ‘Lemmer!’ and Wernich smiled in satisfaction. ‘You’re an inherent coward, Mr Lemmer,’ he said. ‘Just like your father.’ And then I hit him.
He fell back against the glass and slid to the ground.
Jeanette got between us. She shoved me roughly back. ‘Leave him,’ she said.
‘I’m going to kill him.’
‘You’re going to leave him alone.’ She grabbed me by the collar.
Wernich wiped blood from his mouth and got up slowly. ‘Before you go on, I think it’s only fair to tell you that each of our offices is monitored by video. You might just want to deactivate the camera before you proceed. Otherwise it might look like cold-blooded murder.’
Jeanette kept a handful of my collar and said to Wernich, ‘Don’t be ridiculous. How many have you killed? Four, five, six? Let me see … Your partner? I see they call it a climbing accident. He didn’t like the Machel affair, so you got rid of him? And the Le Rouxs, the conservationist, the gate guard …’
‘You’re going to jail,’ I said to him.
‘Would that be before or after you beat me to death?’
‘You’re going to do time, I promise you.’
He looked at me with a frown. ‘Do you think so, Mr Lemmer? Do you really think so?’
‘Yes, I do think so.’
He took a snow-white handkerchief out of his pocket and wiped his mouth. Then he walked slowly around to his throne and sat down slowly like a tired man. ‘There’s the minor problem of proof, Mr Lemmer.’
Jeanette shoved me into a chair opposite Wernich. ‘The proof is sitting in a police cell in Hoedspruit,’ I said.
He sighed. ‘I can understand your limited intellectual capacity, Mr Lemmer. That is, after all, genetic. But not your naivety.’ He looked at Jeanette. ‘Please sit down, Miss Louw. We can’t negotiate unless we are all calm and relaxed.’
‘Negotiate?’ she asked.
‘That’s right. But before we begin, let me ask, for interest’s sake, how did you imagine things would proceed from here? Did you truly believe that Eric would voluntarily tell the police everything?’
‘Last night Kappies sang like a canary, Quintus.’
‘Very well, let us say Kappies tells them everything he knows. What then?’
‘Then they come and get you.’
‘There’s nothing that connects me with him, Mr Lemmer. Nothing. He’s not an employee, not on contract, nor has he ever been in this building. His knowledge is quite limited because we are not fools. Naturally, there are other options. Such as passing on certain information about Kappies’ colourful history to the law enforcers. That would shed new light on his testimony. But in my opinion there’s an easier way. We live in Africa, Mr Lemmer, where justice has a price. More so in certain provinces. Where is Hoedspruit again? Limpopo, if I remember correctly … Now what do we know about the general morals of Limpopo?’
‘Are you going to bribe the press as well?’ asked Jeanette.
His kindly face was back. He smiled as though a child had asked a cute but stupid question.
‘And what are you going to tell the press, Miss Louw?’
‘Everything.’
‘I see. Let me get this clear. You are going to tell the press an incredible story based on the word of a highly unstable labourer at an animal rehabilitation institution who is wanted by the police for the mass murder of five innocent black people. In addition, you expect them to accept the supporting testimony of a man who has served four years for road rage murder?’
‘Manslaughter,’ Jeanette corrected him.
‘I am certain the press will take the difference into account, Miss Louw.’
‘The government is going to reopen the Samora Machel affair this year.’ She said it without much enthusiasm. She realised, as I did, that he had a point.
‘Aah,’ he said. ‘So if the police and the media don’t work for you, there’s always the government. And they will believe Misters Lemmer and Le Roux? Even though fifty-one per cent of our company will be in the hands of the black empowerment group Impukane in a few weeks? And a former ANC minister and three former provincial premiers on the board of directors? Miss Louw, from what I gather, you are a capable businesswoman despite your aberrations. I didn’t expect naivety from you.’
‘I’ll get you, Quintus,’ I said.
‘You have an interesting thought pattern, Mr Lemmer.’
‘You think so?’
‘Not illogical. The concept of identifying a scapegoat who must be punished is very instinctive. But that leaves no room for nuances.’
‘What nuances?’
‘The nuance of a generous offer.’
‘Let me hear it,’ I said. Jeanette glared at me, but I ignored her.
‘I understand your need for justice, Mr Lemmer. You feel that Jacobus le Roux and his family were done a great injustice, and that it should be rectified. Am I right?’
I nodded.
‘Very well. I believe we can help. According to the evidence available to me, there’s little doubt that Jacobus is responsible for the sangoma murders. But assume that I can rectify the matter, so that he is no longer a suspect. Would that be reasonable compensation?’
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