CHAPTER THIRTEEN
It was a triumphant day for the righteous citizens of the South African republic. The sun was shining and the vile sadists who peddled poison to naïve young people in an attempt to corrupt yet another generation—were no longer living on God’s glorious green Earth.
Hulley stood on a veranda that overlooked the cricket greens at the Country Club Johannesburg in Sandton. A hotly-contested game was going on between some of the members. There had to be money on the table somewhere. There was another club closer to his estate in Houghton, however, that club didn’t offer tennis—which made them persona non grata in his household. The only one among his inner circle who didn’t play the game was Abram. Which was fine. Abram more than made up for that shortcoming in every other whi
