SEVENSHE HAD THE INFORMATION I requested almost as soon as I sent her the audio file. Two of the vehicles were registered to a company attached to the wife of the Deputy Minister. One of the SUVs was a rental and the other was a car registered to the South African government in general. To my black-and-white mind, this all pointed to people that deserved what was coming.
“So, this Azi Makun guy,” Diana continued, her voice projected through the cheap Bluetooth audio in my sedan. There was, again, the metal music coming through from the background.
“Diana, music please.” I really couldn’t hear anything she said.
“Yeah, sure.” The background music turned down again. “I was saying, this Azi Makun guy has been involved in the security for mostly arms dealers since the 90s. Think of a tribal
