Chapter 2
COLLISION
Teuns Stegmann stares with glowing eyes at the rather small Arab with his little goatee. Then his two strong hands shoot out. He grabs the creature by the neck of his garment and pulls him closer.
“My brother. What news do you have about my brother?” the South African asks gratingly, shaking the little man as if he were a bundle of pea straw. “Speak!” he says almost furiously.
“You can’t expect him to speak if you’re practically strangling him,” Jack Ritchie suggests. Fritz Mundt has meanwhile also risen, but slowly and deliberately, as if he intends to deal with this little Arab if Teuns doesn’t act quickly enough for his liking.
Teuns releases the Arab. He stands there limply, his mouth open and with white specks of sweat on his face.
Teuns’s eyes narrow now, ca
