26Guardedly, I said, “I’m afraid I’ve got some bad news for you.”
“You must be mistaken.” His voice had a melodic quality that reminded me of the way South African celebrities speak on television. Only this man was a foot away from me and leering suggestively. He added, “I never get anything bad from a woman. You don’t want to be the one to change that for me.”
His hand went toward the knob. I spoke in a rush to stop him from shutting the door in my face, stating the facts as plainly as possible. “I’ve come because of Bjørn Møller. His mother told me he was with you earlier this month.” I paused, my gaze on Chaka’s face. “He died on Wednesday.”
The skin tightened around Chaka’s eyes and the expression in them hardened into something I couldn’t read. “The Bear is dead?”
“He was murdered
