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They drove Andre to David’s place in Garsfontein, one of the more affluent areas in Pretoria. It was a far cry from David’s apparent childhood in the slums of Lagos, or so the rumours went, with a prostitute for a mother and a father who’d been a British missionary. David lived in the sort of complex that could be found in every upper-middle-class suburb across South Africa. It had the usual red face brick walls, thatch roof, electric fencing, an intercom at the gate, and two bored security guards in a small gatehouse, who probably slept through most of their shift. There was also a police station across the road.
Andre doubted anybody in the complex had any clue as to who David was. They didn’t know someone in their midst paid his levy by selling drugs and butchering young girls. Nobo
