Chapter 49
Normally he loved being in his father’s study. For years, growing up, he’d snuck in here, going through every bit of the room till he knew everything about it. The massive painting of he and his three brothers situated on the wall behind the mahogany desk, another of Mummy Diola’s works of art... He still could remember the exact date his dad had hung it up.
Kurt’s glance breezed over the safe nestled in a recess in the west wall. It contained a good number of his dad’s pistols. A number of African sculptures dotted the room, collections his father had amassed on his trips to Namibia, South Africa, Zimbabwe, Senegal, Kenya, Gambia, Cote D’Ivoire, Ghana and Sierra Leone.
On the desk, apart from his pens, cigar case, computer, printer and phone, two photos stood side by side. O
