The Repenter

The Repenter- Chapter 4

CHAPTER FOUR

Kamo after being satisfied with his findings, gathered all he was using and neatly parked them in the suitcase. He will run a quick shower and hit the A1- the most famous road in Botswana. The pit that had many fallen on it. The monster that has claimed so many lives. He hated as many as Batswana did.

He made his way out of the office. His mind was in no doubt in wanders. Glen- he kept repeating the name in his head. What has Glen done? There was much into his uneasiness a few hours ago. He could sense that something wasn’t adding up. Was it that he lost his target? Or was it that with his target having an alibi- the odds were getting even slimmer…? Kamo knew more about Glen, and Glen on the other hand had undermined him. Such an unlikely crossroads…

He tapped the shower, the water came oozing so fast and steady- some bone-chilling cold immediately replaced by a warm one. He closed his eyes and lifted his head towards the shower, the heavy sprinkles hit his face. He enjoyed the tranquility. For a moment the shower will be all that matters. His mind was resorted to normality for a bit. Actually, he just ran the water across his body, to cool off maybe. He stepped out and dried his body. Applied lotion, dressed in some light local design shorts- The Beat. He tossed the shirt around his torso and did the buttons. He was ready to go.

He took a short left to the kitchen and produced some juicy, and ice-cold water bottles and assorted fruits. The journey was set.

He waved Gail some goodbye of which reluctantly returned. There was something catchy about Gail, either she had some romantic feelings or just like him was something that was yet to be clear- nonetheless, she was close and too bonded to the boss. In the past two and half years that she has worked with Kamo, this was the first official trip she was left behind. Maybe is because this is not a paid hire, Kamo will be covering the costs from his coffer. She thought aloud about it- finally a conscious was reached. She made peace with him. It is too personal, as Kamo has stated.

In her mist of thoughts she the ignition turn, then a reefing of the engine. She watched with envy and awe as the main gate opened, in a second it swallowed the car. She dragged her now heavy feet to the house. Made her way to the guest room that she mainly used when Kamo was away. The hurt of being left behind was heavy on history on his shoulders.

The city traffic was minimal. Most of the folks have made their way to their different destinations around the city, mostly in about an hour ago. He checked his wristwatch, a few minutes just after seven. Glen and Zikwiche have left the city in about two hours. They might be a kilometer or two shy away from my Mahalpaye by now, and if he presses his beast he might as well catch up with them, maybe by Letlhakane, assuming they are traveling at the legal speed. Of course, they ought to they are cops. Cops. The word again just like Glen named, echoed in his thoughts, if there are many kinds of Glen types in the Policing Department then Batswana is not safe at all. How can you be a thug and be a cop at the same time? He has managed to live with his ways for many years, and none of his colleagues has managed to pick how dirty he was. Something wasn’t right at the Department- someone so dirty like him should have been long spotted and eliminated from society- prison his ideal village. Yet he has turned the prison into an ideal village for the innocent boys he has used to operate his dirty agendas. How heartless he was?

His thoughts were short-lived, as heavy horns distracted him. He swung the steering wheel fast to his left, avoiding the oncoming car; he almost had the guy in the next lane colliding with him. He breathed heavily- he was so immersed in thoughts to an extent that he lost focus of the road. That’s careless- he nearly caused an accident. He switched, pulled by the Phakalane traffic lights as they changed from red to green- then green to red. He gave the Benz more of an acceleration, for the next 50 kilometers or so the speedometer, read 180km/h, a way higher speed above the speed limit.