PERFECT SHADOWS

CHAPTER 6

PERFECT SHADOWS 6

The next morning felt heavier than the riverbank. Detective Jaco van der Merwe drove to a quiet estate on the outskirts of town. The house belonged to Linda Marlowe-Maseko, Adrian’s younger sister, and her husband, Sibusiso Maseko. He stood at the gate for a moment before pressing the bell. Linda opened the door. She looked thinner than the photographs Jaco had seen. Grief had carved sharp lines into her face over the past ten months.

“Detective?” she asked, hope and fear battling in her voice. “Is there news?”

Jaco removed his hat slowly.

“Yes,” he said carefully. “We found Karla.”

Her knees almost gave in. Sibusiso rushed forward from the living room, catching her.

“Found?” he asked sharply. “Alive?”

Jaco’s silence answered the question. The air in the room changed instantly.

Sibusiso’s face hardened. “Where?”

“Buffalo River,” Jaco said. “A container. Burnt. We are waiting on final forensic confirmation, but…”

Linda let out a broken sound that didn’t quite become a scream.

Sibusiso turned to her, eyes blazing. “She told you.”

Linda shook her head weakly. “No… no, she was lying. Selene was always dramatic-”

“She told you!” he roared. “Ten months ago, when Karla first went missing, Selene came here. She said Adrian was involved. She said Daniel was unstable. And you defended your brother!”

Jaco stepped forward gently. “Mr Maseko, please-”

But Sibusiso wasn’t listening.

“You chose Adrian over your own daughter!” he shouted at Linda. “You said Selene was unstable. That she was trying to destroy the family. I told you something was wrong. I told you!”

Tears streamed down Linda’s face. “He was my brother,” she whispered weakly. “Adrian wouldn’t-”

“Wouldn’t what?” Sibusiso barked. “Wouldn’t harm his own blood? Look at what he did to his own children!”

The words hung heavy in the room.

Jaco raised his hands slightly. “We’re still investigating. We need cooperation. This is not the time-”

Sibusiso turned to him, eyes red with fury and heartbreak. “Where was my daughter all this time, Detective? In that river? Alone?”

Jaco had no comforting answer.

“She trusted us,” Sibusiso said, voice cracking. “And we failed her.”

Linda sank into the couch, sobbing. “I didn’t know… I didn’t want to believe…”

“You didn’t want the truth,” Sibusiso said flatly.

Silence filled the house, thick and suffocating. Then he looked at her with something colder than anger.

“I want a divorce.”

Linda stared at him in disbelief. “Sbu- please-”

“You chose your brother,” he said quietly. “I choose my daughter.”

Jaco stood there, feeling like an intruder in the collapse of a family that had already been rotting beneath the surface. Another Marlowe secret had surfaced. And the cost was immeasurable. Outside, as he walked back to his car, Jaco realised something chilling: Selene hadn’t just been exposing crimes. She had been detonating an entire dynasty.

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Detective Jaco van der Merwe drove toward the prison, the streets growing tighter and more chaotic as he approached. He had expected a few protesters outside, perhaps some curiosity seekers but what he saw made him slam the brakes. A huge crowd had gathered, barricading the prison gates.

Signs waved in the air: “Selene Marlowe is Innocent!”, “Release the Mother!”, “She Protected the Children!”

Jaco parked a few blocks away and stepped out. The chanting was deafening. People pushed forward, shouting, screaming, shoving, refusing to leave. Some were local families, some strangers, but all were demanding Selene’s release. Prison security tried to hold them back. Officers formed lines, shields raised. The crowd surged. Jaco could see hands swinging, fists hitting, bottles flying.

“Step back! Everyone step back!” an officer shouted.

“No! We will not leave!” a woman screamed, grabbing a gate post. “She saved children! She’s a hero!”

The first violent scuffle erupted when someone in the crowd shoved a security officer. Others followed, pushing, shouting, even throwing punches. The metal gates rattled under the weight of hundreds of people pressing forward. Jaco ducked as a flying object smashed near him, and he saw people clambering over barriers. The officers tried to push them back, batons raised, shouting over the roar. Some of the protestors screamed at each other, trying to control the chaos, but it was useless. Amid the fight, word spread through the crowd that parcels had arrived for Selene in the prison. Supporters held up packages letters, flowers, even food. Prison staff immediately locked down the visitation area. Every scheduled visit had been cancelled. The crowd erupted in anger.

“Let us in! She has parcels! We will deliver them ourselves!”

The fight became more violent. A man grabbed a security shield, dragging it across the ground. Another tried to scale a fence. Metal clangs and screams mixed with shouting. Jaco felt the chaos pressing in on all sides, the adrenaline of the scene igniting his focus. Through the melee, he realized just how divided the world had become over Selene Marlowe. To some, she was the cold killer of a family; to others, the woman who had exposed a monster and, in their eyes, saved lives. The riot was growing uncontrollable. Prison staff radioed for reinforcements, but the crowd refused to disperse. Jaco’s eyes swept the mass of faces, each person convinced they were fighting for justice, truth, or loyalty. And somewhere inside that prison, Selene Marlowe dressed in another immaculate suit, heels clicking on concrete floors was likely watching it all unfold, calm as ever, knowing the world outside had already been captured by her story. The line between fear, anger, and devotion blurred in the darkening afternoon as Jaco realized: Selene had not just shattered a family she had divided a city.

Detective Jaco van der Merwe arrived at Selene’s cell just after the crowd outside had been subdued. His heart was still pounding from the riot, adrenaline buzzing through him, but nothing had prepared him for what he saw next.

The cell was empty.

Her roommate lay sprawled on the cot, sleeping soundly, unaware of anything. Sheets tangled, snoring soft but Selene Marlowe’s bed was empty. Shoes gone. Suit hung neatly on the chair. The small personal items she always kept in order gone.

“Where… where is she?” Jaco muttered, voice barely audible.

Panic prickled through him. He ran to the door, checking the lock. Secured. Guard outside glanced up, confused.

“She was here minutes ago!” Jaco barked. “She can’t just disappear!”

The officer shrugged, fumbling for his radio. Jaco tore through the cell block. Other cells, common areas, the yard Selene was nowhere. Prison staff were on high alert, doors locked, roll calls conducted but no sign of her.

“How… how?” Jaco muttered. His mind raced.

Every camera feed he checked showed nothing. She had vanished like a ghost.

He ran to the surveillance room. “Show me every camera from the last hour,” he demanded.

The screens flickered. Every corridor. Every entrance. Every stairwell. Nothing. No Selene. Jaco’s stomach sank. The riot outside had provided the perfect cover. The chaos. The distraction. The barricades, the screams, the fights they had all been part of her opportunity. And she had walked out. Effortlessly. Calmly. With precision.

“Impossible,” he whispered. “How could she move through here like this? Like she had planned it all…”

He spun on his heel, fear and disbelief mixing in his chest. Selene Marlowe was gone. And for the first time, Jaco realized the monster he had been hunting wasn’t just cunning she was untouchable.

How had she done it, and where was she going next?