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The Captain : 4th Night - 2
As I stride up towards the driver's window, the wing mirror reflects Meredith's face, strained and fearful. She hasn't recognized me yet. I'm the last person she expects to see acting like a government official at a roadblock in the dead of night, hundreds of miles away from Cape Town. I wink and she catches my eye. Her face lights us. I put my finger to my mouth, and she rewards me with a double blink.
Continuing the masquerade I knock sharply on her window and she buzzes it down.
“Papers please,” I demand in an official voice.
While Kempton fishes in his jacket pocket Piet moves up to his door and wrenches it open. “Out, sir,” he shouts grabbing Kempton by the collar with both hands and half-hauling him out of the car. “The child's on the floor in the
