Deon Meyer: Blood Safari

‘It would.’

‘And if I guaranteed that Le Roux could live his life freely, without fear of complications from the past; and if, furthermore, I offered to use the services of Body Armour extensively, in future, at a retainer of, should we say, fifty thousand per month?’

‘A hundred thousand,’ I said.

‘No,’ said Jeanette.

‘Not now, Jeanette.’

‘Seventy-five thousand,’ said Wernich.

‘Over my dead body,’ said Jeanette.

I ignored her. ‘On one condition. You answer all my questions.’

Jeanette stood up. ‘Fuck you, Lemmer. You don’t work for me any more.’ There was more disappointment than dislike in her voice. She went to the door, opened it and walked out.

‘I will answer your questions,’ said Wernich, as though she didn’t exist.

‘Excuse me a minute,’ I said, and went after her.

Louise followed me silently with her eyes as I crossed her office. I didn’t wink at her; I was in too much of a hurry. Outside in the passage I saw my boss heading determinedly to the lifts. ‘Jeanette,’ I called, but she ignored me. I ran after her. She pressed the button on the elevator bank with vigour. The doors opened and she stepped in. I was just in time to prevent the doors closing.

‘Jeanette, listen …’

‘Fuck off, Lemmer, let go of the door before I bliksem you.’ I had never seen her like this. The anger twisted her face.

There was only one thing to do. I grabbed her Armani suit and dragged her out of the lift towards me until her body bumped hard into mine. She was enraged. I put my arms around her and squeezed her tight with my mouth close to her ear.

I just had time to whisper, ‘They’ve got microphones, Jeanette,’ before she tried to knee me, but I was expecting it, knowing her background. I pressed my legs tightly together. She hit my thigh hard. I held her tighter. She struggled. She was a strong woman and she was angry. A dangerous combination.

‘I won’t accept his damn offer, I’ll get him, just listen to me, please, we can’t afford to let them hear us,’ I whispered desperately in her ear.

I thought she was going to break free, but she relaxed slightly and hissed, ‘For God’s sake, Lemmer.’

‘Microphones and video cameras. The place is wired, Jeanette. We can use that.’

‘How?’

‘You’ll have to help.’

‘Is it necessary to hold me so bloody tight?’

‘Well, I’m starting to enjoy this.’

Jeanette Louw laughed.

I walked back to Wernich’s office. Louise was on guard, her hands folded on her lap. Her eyes followed me with disapproval.

I smiled sweetly at her. It met with the same success as my wink. I would have to change tactics.

In his office, Quintus Wernich was on the phone. I heard him say, ‘I have to go,’ before he put the phone down. ‘You seem to have lost your job, Mr Lemmer.’

‘Do you think I can take her to the labour court, Quintus?’

Wernich smiled without humour. ‘I would have offered you a position, but I think our mutual dislike wouldn’t be the ideal foundation for a close working relationship.’

‘In any case, I don’t have the intellectual capacity for the corporate environment.’

‘Touché,’ he said.

We sat and looked at each other across the glass desk. He sighed deeply and said, ‘So, where were we?’

I tried to guess whether Jeanette would have had enough time to do what she had to do.

‘You owe me answers, Quintus.’

‘For what it’s worth,’ he said.

48

‘Were you there? In the Kruger Park in eighty-six?’

‘I was there.’

‘Who was the man with the moustache with you? The one who burned Pego Mashego?’

‘That was our Chief of Security.’

‘What is his name?’

‘Does it matter?’

‘It matters that you keep your part of our agreement, Quintus.’

His eyes drifted for a fraction of a second to the video camera in the ceiling. Then he said in resignation, ‘Christo Loock.’

‘What does he do now?’

‘He is the Senior Manager of Human Resources.’

‘Talented guy. Who were you working for when Machel died?’

‘I don’t quite follow your meaning.’

‘Who contracted you? Who hired you to do it?’

‘It was our own idea.’

‘I don’t believe it.’

‘You will have to. It’s the truth.’

‘Why would a company that builds electronic systems want to assassinate the president of a neighbouring country?’

‘Because we could, Lemmer. Because we could.’

He leaned back in his chair. ‘You must understand the circumstances. When Nico and I left Armscor in 1983, we weren’t popular. There were accusations that we didn’t want to serve The Firm any more, that we were money-grubbers because we wanted to set up on our own. The thing that saved us was our knowledge. Excuse me if I sound arrogant, but we were the best of the best. They had to use us. But reluctantly. And frugally. Only when there was no other option.’

He stood up and went over to the windows. ‘I admit that the accusations weren’t entirely unfounded. We were financially ambitious.’

He looked out and folded his hands behind his back. I wondered whether he thought it looked dignified, the gesture of The Chairman. ‘One of the reasons we left Armscor was that a parastatal institution seldom rewards performance over mediocrity. We’d had enough of that.’

‘Get to the point, Quintus.’

‘Forgive me. The fact of the matter is you can’t run a technology company without capital. Research costs money, lots of money. We needed something to, shall we say, take our relationship with the government to another level. How? That was the question. But the Lord provides, Mr Lemmer, I don’t know if you’re a believer, but need teaches one to pray, and prayers are heard. I learned that.’

He realised that he was wandering and turned to stand with his back against the window, so the light made a halo around him. His eyes were elsewhere in the room.

‘It was no coincidence that within the span of three days I heard about the government’s dilemma with Samora Machel, and the Israelis’ technology. It was providence. It was ordained. Nevertheless, we were working closely with the Israelis on several levels. We heard about their progress with VOR technology. That stands for very high frequency omnidirectional radio. Aircraft use it for navigation. A VOR beacon sends out a signal identifying which beacon it is as well as the pilot’s orientation to the beacon in relation to magnetic north. Are you with me?’

‘I understand you.’

‘The Israelis developed the technology to create a false VOR, indistinguishable from the real McCoy. I will never forget it, Mr Lemmer. I was driving home late that night. When I pulled up in front of the garage all the parts seemed to come together. The minister’s remarks about Machel, how it would be in the interests of the whole of Africa if he would just disappear. Then the new technology from Israel. I realised that there was a way. It would solve many problems.’

‘So you offered your services.’

‘That is correct.’

‘So you could get into their good graces.’

‘In a manner of speaking.’

‘Although it would be murder?’

‘Murder? Mr Lemmer, we were at war. Samora Machel was a communist, an atheist waging a civil war on the people of his own country with the help of the Soviets. He was detaining, torturing and executing his own subjects without benefit of trial, a dictator harbouring terrorists, so he could destabilise the entire region while Russia sat and waited.’

‘Now those same “terrorists” are members of the board.’

‘The fall of communism changed everything.’