Isiginali

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER THREE

The sounds, not to mention odors, of animalistic s*x could be heard coming from behind Ndaba Loyiso’s office door. There was a limited amount of light coming from underneath it as well.

“Ah, ah. Ah. Yes. Don’t stop, Ndaba. You’re almost there.”

That was a familiar voice. It belonged to Julia de Villiers. And to think both parties were happily married people. Just not to one another. For shame. And to think that this was the righteous man who was supposed to galvanize the people of the Western Cape, politically. Laughable. Ndaba was a fraud, just like the others who had come before him. If the man wasn’t honorable in his own marriage, why would the mayoral office be any different? His turpitude would only be tested more severely with the increase in stress and obligation.

A figure stood in the darkened hall, leaning against the wall, waiting for their carnal dalliance to end. He held a suppressor in his left hand and a silver desert eagle in his right. The time had come for him to fulfill the job he was contracted to do. The figure screwed the suppressor onto the barrel end of the weapon and bided his time. Their liaison lasted for approximately another ten minutes before he heard— “I think that was our best session yet. What do you think?” Julia said.

“It’s possible.”

“You really know how to make a girl feel special, Ndaba.”

“We can always go again tomorrow if you like.”

“Tomorrow’s Saturday.”

“So?”

“I think I’ll have to take a rain check. I have things to do.”

“Better than me?”

“No... but I still have to do them.”

A bit of laughter could be heard between them.

“I’ll see you later.” She went on.

The sound of footsteps could be heard approaching the door next. The figure turned to face the door, pointing the weapon at it. The door opened. Julia revealed herself to the figure. Before she was able to react, he grabbed the back of her neck with his free hand and placed the suppressor against her mouth. Tears began streaming down her cheeks.

The bathroom faucet turned on. She turned her head towards Ndaba’s private bathroom. The figure brought her attention back to him before pulling the trigger. She collapsed to the floor with a thud. The faucet turned off a second later.

“Julia?”

Ndaba stepped out of the bathroom. The figure pointed the weapon at him causing him to stop in his tracks. He immediately put his hands in the air. The figure tracked Ndaba’s eyes. He was looking at Julia’s dead body. Blood was leaking out from the back of her head. Ndaba brought his eyes back to the figure.

“What is the meaning of this?”

The figure pulled the trigger. Two shots. They each hit Ndaba in a double-tap formation, within close proximity to his heart. He fell to the floor. The figure approached him. Ndaba was bleeding out, but still not dead yet. The figure turned back to Julia.

He bent down over her and grabbed her lifeless hand. He removed a second desert eagle from inside his jacket. Because of his black nylon gloves, there would be no fingerprints left behind. He placed the desert eagle in her right hand, including the trigger.

“Why Tati.... why?”

The figure turned around to see Ndaba was still twitching. He was clinging onto those last breaths with everything that he had. He rose to a standing position and took one more shot with his silenced desert eagle. Ndaba’s eyes closed for good. The figure unscrewed the compressor and put it inside of his jacket pocket. He removed the magazine from his desert eagle and slid the gun into his other pocket. He placed the magazine inside the desert eagle with Julia’s fingerprints all over it.

He took a step back and examined the crime scene. The figure had to make sure that the gun would have fallen in a specific way between them. There was a possibility that the gun could have gone off again once it hit the floor. The figure shook his head. He was overthinking this. He double-checked to make sure that the safety was off on the desert eagle and then high-tailed it out of there. By morning, someone would come looking for either one of them. But it would be too late. He’d be long gone and on to his next job.

Mission accomplished.