The fictional novel is set out in a South African context. The main character is a young Detective, Kgomotso Jaden Diale, and he is calculative, witty, and logical and is able to solve some bizarre South African criminal cases. The plot follows the detective and his colleague, George, as they solve crimes around the city. The story develops when the love of his life is an actual lawbreaker. Gabriellé-Anne Motswaedi-Deveroux, is a qualified assassin and spy, she is manipulative and self-serving woman. Her actual crimes go unpaid because the Detective is madly in love with her, which makes their love ‘toxic’.
The novel journeys into different cases that Detective Kgomotso solves and how he uses his wit and logic in catching the lawbreakers and trying to keep his promise to bring justice to his lover. Throughout the plot, we discover the past of Detective Kgomotso and his first in command Colonel Dube, who believes in his crime solving skills, and on how they work together.
The novel proceeds with chapters, with each chapter starting on a new day, or new week or new month, with different cases and learning’s about the handsome Detective.
‘I am a calculative criminal analyst and my job is to catch the incriminated. There are some criminals who are clever than me, wiser than me and more careful than me, but in the end I am able to catch them, be wiser than them, clever than them, smarter than them, even faster than them. There is nothing more daunting than facing a criminal in the eye and seeing through his sadistic mind, the torture, the smirks, the masterminds, the calculative, the hunted and the insane. Some say I get lucky; others say is instinct or inner soul. However, I say it is talent, study of facts that catches the criminal. It is about the analysis that I can be able to scrutinise the evidence and make a conclusive arrest. My name is Detective Kgomotso Jaden Diale, and I am a cop, and I do my job diligently, and I will catch you’
CHAPTER 1 The Gold Crotchet
Tsatsi Mokone stood still, gave a smile and waited for the camera operator to give her a signal. The camera operator counted from five using his fingers and signalled her. “This is Tsatsi Mokone, reporting live news at the Pretoria Boulevard at the Vogue jewellery store. It is reported a breaking-in last night. We have not received reports from the police as investigation is underway, nor have been reports of suspects who have committed such a crime,” she spoke intently. A tall husky man got out of the jewellery store. He was clean-shaven, looked smart and handsome. Tsatsi looked at him and signalled the camera operator to move closely. “Detective, Detective Kgomotso! What have you found out? What was stolen? Do you have suspects? What is your comment?” she asked repeatedly. Detective Kgomotso looked at her and said nothing. Tsatsi felt her phone vibrate in her pocket but kept her composure. “Well as you can see Detective Kgomotso does not want to comment, so what do you think viewers? Did they steal the oh-so mysterious gold that has been kept safely in the jewellery store? While you think about it I report back to studio,” she said, and signalled the camera operator. She took out her phone and read the message; she smiled and putted it back. She looked at the camera operator and smiled at him. The camera operator counted to five and gave her a signal. “Viewers it might be that oh so mysterious diamond may be the one that was stolen. Detective, detective!” she called out. Detective Kgomotso looked at her and walked towards her. “So are you ready to speak?’ she asked. “Is it true that the reported stolen item in the store is a mysterious Golden Crotchet?” she asked. Detective Kgomotso was alarmed, and he looked at Tsatsi and composed his facial expression. “At this moment I cannot say what has been stolen, but what I can say is that there was a break-in and few items were taken and we are still busy with the investigation,” he said coolly. Tsatsi did her final report and the camera operator stopped the camera and headed towards the television van. Tsatsi went into her posh car and drove off. Back at the station, Detective Kgomotso was staring blankly at the evidence board. “Staring at the evidence would not make the perpetrators come out,” said Colonel Dube behind him. “I must be missing something Colonel. There is something dodgy about the day guard’s alibi. If the night guard is the only one who has the key then somebody must have-,” he said, whilst looking at the evidence photo on the board. “Colonel does this look like it was meddled on the outside?” he said intently. Colonel Dube observed and saw nothing. “Sir if this was a break-in then somebody must have actually broke-out whilst in,” he said. He took the car keys and left silently. “Where are you going Kgomotso, you do not even have a search warrant!” he shouted. “I do not need it!” he replied and left. Tsatsi carefully admired a rather rare object; its beauty shone and was made from the finest mineral dug in South Africa. “I am not into silver but this baby here is exquisite,” she said. “It is one of the finest diamond necklaces South Africa has to offer,” one man said. “So how much are you going to get for this?” she asked nervously. “With everything I would say about 1 million in the secure market, but we rather go to the black market as they have even a better deal,” he responded, and smiled. Tsatsi’s phone ran and she stared at it, her facial expression changed.
Back at the station, Detective Kgomotso got into the station with a rather handsome man. The man walked buoyantly in front of Detective Kgomotso with confidence and stealth. His masculine body complemented his beautiful face. “You are rather too snobbish to be a security guard,” said Detective Kgomotso. The man grinned and said nothing. Colonel got out of his office and smiled at Detective Kgomotso. “Look what I have picked out from the fanciest rubbish bin,” said Detective Kgomotso. Detective Kgomotso was busy fingerprinting the man. “You know Detective I am not going to say anything even if you interrogate me, I know my rights!” shrugged the man in handcuffs. Detective Kgomotso sternly looked into his eyes and smiled. “I know that, you do not even have to speak,” he smiled again. Detective Kgomotso was rather a peculiar crime analyst. He could analyse a person without him or her speaking. He is considered a very good detective but others believed that he worked on gut feeling to solve most of his cases. After spending hours in the interrogating room, Detective Kgomotso finally came out. He looked like he came from a suit and tie marathon, his shirt was unbuttoned, his tie unmade and his jacket was on his hand. Colonel Dube sat waiting for him. “So what did you find?” he asked anxiously. Detective Kgomotso nodded in discontent. He looked at the evidence board and left the station.
Tsatsi looked swanky in her new clothes and hairstyle, the camera operator signalled her. “Yes viewers as reported the mysterious item going by the name of the Golden Crotchet was stolen along with the several items in the jewellery store. It is the priceless jewel of Queen Diphalane of the Bapedi tribe. The crotchet was making a passing visit for an exclusive view by the President. As I report, yesterday one of the security guards is arrested and is under grave interrogation. Tsatsi Mokone reporting at the Pretoria Boulevard Station, out and about,” she said, and smiled. She approached the camera operator who was packing his equipment. “So who was the guard?” she asked fretfully. “It is said it was Phineas Mabogo, the one who only started working at the store last month before the Golden Crotchet was transferred here,” he said. Tsatsi choked. “Are you okay?” asked the camera operator. “Yes I am fine, I choked on saliva. This is big news,” she said doubtfully, and chuckled. Tsatsi bluntly went to her car and drove off.
Detective Kgomotso was watching the news. He switched off the television and stared into blank wall. Detective has never met someone as confident and emotionless as Phineas Mabogo. This made the whole case difficult for him to analyse. In the prison cell, Phineas Mabogo was staring at his watch, and he met the gaze of a beautiful dark woman. She smiled and entered the cell. “Oh Phinny baby how are you?” she smiled seductively. Phineas half smiled and firmly grabbed her wrist. “What do you think you are doing?” he asked sternly. The woman said nothing. “I asked you Tsatsi? Why are you here? I am going to say this only once and you leave as if you do not know me, understood?” he said firmly. Tsatsi nodded in agreement. “You are going to talk to the boys and you are going to get me out of here,” he said. Tsatsi stared in his eyes and said nothing, she got up and left. Detective Kgomotso was still staring at the evidence board, and he went to his desk and dialled a number on his landline. He spoke swiftly and calm. Five minutes passed and a stern young officer entered his office. “Come in George I have a top secret assignment for you and I would appreciate your discretion,” he said sincerely. The officer nodded in agreement. “I want you to keep tabs on this, report anything, follow the suspect and even keep records of calls received and made. Understood?” he commanded. The officer nodded and took the file from Detective Kgomotso’s desk and exited the door.
Tsatsi sat in the café fidgeting her hands. She kept looking out of the window. A man walked towards her. “What are you scared?” he asked. Tsatsi jumped out of her chair. “Are you trying to kill me?’ she shivered. “Cool down Milady,” the man smiled. He ordered water from the waiter and turned to Tsatsi, “we have a plan and I will align it for you. You have to do what I tell you okay?” he said ferociously. Tsatsi nodded and listened. “You are going to the flat and pack your belongings, do not leave any traces and here is your boarding ticket, take it,” he handed her a ticket. “Stick to the ticket and we will follow you. You also have to protect this envelope with your whole life,” he handed the envelope to her, drank the water and left the table. Tsatsi was confused and doubtful about what she was doing. Nevertheless, her love for Phineas was her duty.
Tsatsi did what she was told, she quickly drove to her apartment and menacingly packed he suitcases, and as she entered the airport and walked instantly toward the boarding gate. “Going somewhere Tsatsi?” a man asked behind her. She halted and turned. Detective Kgomotso handcuffed her, and asked the officers to search her belongings. One officer handed him the brown envelope. Detective Kgomotso looked into it and looked stymied at Tsatsi. “Tsatsi where are the stolen jewels?” he gravely asked. Tsatsi stared blankly at him. “They are in there,” she said earnestly. “Obviously someone between you and you crooks’ has them,” he said. Tsatsi raised her shoulders and the officer took her away.
Colonel Dube stormed out of his office with sheer aggravation. “What do you mean that the jewels are nowhere to be found?” he slammed the table. Detective Kgomotso held his chin in disappointment. Phineas Mabogo passed the detective with a smirk on his face as he was ushered out of the police station and handcuffed. He smiled at the Colonel and looked gratefully at Detective Kgomotso. He was un-cuffed by the officer, signed his release papers and headed toward the exit. Detective Kgomotso called after him and he stopped and attentively looked at him. He smiled, “I know what you did. You switched everything and now you have the real thing. So therefore, some toys of yours that are trying so hard to protect their honest boss and they will not talk. Because you offered them binding words. The problem is that you do not love Tsatsi that much to send yourself to prison, so rather her than you. Am I getting hot?” he asked boldly. “The problem is that you made her think that she was in control while you knew that you were the mind map of the whole operation. And none of your toys know that you have set them up to unset yourself, at the end of the day you win and they lose,” he said. Phineas smiled, “and you do not have evidence or proof of that statement,” he said assuredly. “I know, and I will have the pleasure of taking a vacation next holiday in the Caribbean,” he said. Phineas laughed stiffly. “You are a very funny policeman. Policemen do not have a vacation, they work for the rest of their lives,” he continued laughing. Detective Kgomotso smiled and called out, “I will see you in court or maybe New Lock, whichever comes first,” he smiled and went back inside the station.
The Secret Twin
If there was one thing, Detective Kgomotso could do so well, it was to enlighten bad news. One of his best-composed gestures was to simply keep a straight face and inform in dignity to the dependents of the deceased. One thing you would not know about Detective Kgomotso was that he hated being the one to tell the bad news. He halted his car near a suburban house, and got out and checked himself on the side mirror. He walked with stealth and confidence toward the front door and ran the doorbell. A beautiful, averaged sized woman opened the door. She wore flowery dress, which complemented her hips. She invited Detective Kgomotso in, “what do I owe the pleasure Sir,” she said quietly. Detective Kgomotso observed her beautiful features and noticed that she had a still face, which did not move when he announced the news of the death of her husband. Carol was a stern and fierce woman, and she never let bad news ruin her posture. “Oh well, it is what it is,” she said, and stood up. Detective Kgomotso was alarmed at her response, and neither less he remained himself, he rose and let himself out.
Back at the station, Colonel Dube was putting the evidence together. “What have you found Colonel?” asked Detective Kgomotso, as he entered the evidence room. “Well I left the military to avoid such things. According to the autopsy what killed this man is a very rare silencer used in the military in 1977,” he sighed heavily. “Wow,” exclaimed Kgomotso. “I know this is serious stuff, those things were confiscated after the democracy and the whole TRC thing,” he added. “So judging by what I already looked at, I would like to think the person who shot that kind of thing must be really experienced. The wound showed no sign of spills and it was a clean kill,” added Detective Kgomotso. Colonel Dube stared at him and went back putting the photos on the evidence board. “I must go back to pay the wife another visits, maybe she might know who would have a motive to kill her husband,” said Kgomotso, and grabbing his jacket on the chair.
It was a beautiful sunny day with clear blue sky. Detective Kgomotso ran the bell. The woman opened the door and stared at Detective Kgomotso. “Who are you?” asked the woman. “It is me Mrs Kgapola, Detective Kgomotso,” he replied. The woman turned and yelled, “Caroline the weird man is here, he says that he is a detective!” she opened the door. Detective Kgomotso was mystified and did not understand whom Mrs Kgapola was calling. “Ah! You must be the man who delivered the news of the death of my husband, my sister should have just said that you are better looking,” said the woman in black silky dress. Detective Kgomotso said nothing. “She is my twin, sharper and pretentious than I am. She likes to make people think she is me, just to pull a confusing joke,” she smiled broadly. “Well she is good at it,” said Kgomotso. “She is just forgetful and need to say that she can sometimes lose the marbles. So, how may I help you Detective,” she poured tea for him. “I would like to know more about you Mrs Kgapola,” he smiled. The woman looked up and smiled. “Me!” she asked surprised. “And by the way please call me Caroline, and how will that solve my husband’s case Detective?” she asked in amazement. “Well it will make my job better. Are you and your late husband rich?” he asked. “Well if you want to throw insults at this day and time, then I must be drunk out of my wits to let you go further. May you please leave if there is nothing else?” she said coldly. Detective Kgomotso composed himself and smiled, “please Miss I am just doing my job. I just wanted to find out more on your husband. I think there was a motive behind his murder and I want to find the culprit who did it,” he said. “Of course Detective there was a motive, I expected something new not an obvious thing,” she said pompously. Detective Kgomotso drank up his tea and stood up to leave. “I will do so Caroline, sorry for wasting your time,” he smiled and left. At the station, Colonel Dube was still putting together the evidence, he caught a glimpse of Detective Kgomotso and he nodded, Detective Kgomotso raised his shoulder and headed to his office. Colonel Dube followed him, “so what?” he asked. “Something is definitely not what Colonel. I need a background check on this woman and his twin sister,” he said concerned. “So she has a twin sister?” he asked surprised. “Well it is so confusing because the sister yesterday received the news like it was her husband and the real wife is all smiles about it. They are hiding something those two. I think I should send George an invitation,” replied Detective Kgomotso. “Ah well, George is on leave for few weeks,” he said. Detective Kgomotso stared in blankness and walked out of his office. He walked towards the research room and locked the door.
After several hours in the research room Detective Kgomotso came out with a worried face. Colonel Dube stared at him with concern. “So, what did you find out?” he asked. “Well the real wife apparently owns three guns from the SANGC, but none of them is what we are looking for,” he replied disappointed. “How about a lawyer visit Detective?” he suggested. Detective Kgomotso did not waste time.
“I am sorry Detective; I cannot help you. I have sworn to secrecy and confidentiality of my client,” said the Lawyer. “Well Pete it is now null and void as your client,” insisted Detective Kgomotso. “No its not,” replied Pete quickly. “Let’s pretend that it is. Look I need all the info I can get to crack this, there is something fishy and I need to know more about the wife and the twin,” he said. “Look I do not want to lose my licence, but check with SANGC and all I am going to say is that it is a triangle mess and a crazy one. So thank you Detective for your visit,” he led him to the door. “No, thank you,” he said happily, and left. Colonel Dube was in his office when Detective Kgomotso barged in. “So?” asked Colonel. “Well I have found out that Mr Kgapola was in love with the both twins and his will is a hush, and my little hunch says that Caroline has more ammunition in her closet than what the SANGC knows,” said Detective. “So what is the next move?” asked Colonel. “I think I should pay them a visit,” said Detective. He grabbed this jacket and headed out, and saw Carol instantly at the police stand. The Sergeant handcuffed her and read out the law to her. Detective Kgomotso was now anxious and determined, he looked at Carol and she looked down when the Sergeant took her to the cell. Detective Kgomotso was sitting on a chair when the Sergeant returned. “What is she in for?” he asked. “She confessed to killing her husband,” replied the Sergeant. “What! Is that Caroline Kgapola?” he asked astonished. “Yes Detective that’s her,” he replied. “No that’s not Caroline, that’s…” unfinished the detective. Detective Kgomotso left quickly in his convertible.
He knocked on the suburban door and Carol opened. “Oh Detective come in,” she said quietly. “Carol what happened?” asked the Detective. She acted uneasy but remained herself. “My sister loved her husband, why kill him?” she said drastically. “Did you know all along?” asked the Detective. “No I just found out today,” she cried. “I know it is hard to believe that he is dead and killed by your sister,” said the Detective. Carol stood up faster than usual. “Would you like tea Detective?” she asked. Detective nodded and she left to the kitchen. After few minutes, she returned with a tray and sat it on the table to pour tea. “I like your watch Carol looks beautiful,” said the Detective. Carol said nothing. “So will you be arranging the lawyer for your sister?” asked Kgomotso. “I must, I cannot let her rot in that cell, and anyway I am done with my tea. Are you done with yours?” said Carol quickly. Detective Kgomotso stood up and nodded, he let himself out whilst Carol was sobbing like a little child on the sofa. Colonel Dube was escorting Pete out of the building when Detective Kgomotso entered. Colonel Dube came back and looked at Kgomotso with a happy sneer on his face. “So are you cracking the case Detective?” asked Dube. “I might say I passed by the SANGC and got a connection with a retired veteran, who by the way happens to be the twin’s father. We had a nice chat and it happened to be that his rare silencer went missing when Caroline sent him to the old age home,” said Detective Kgomotso confidently. “May I?” asked Dube, and he handed him a paper. “Want to see our prisoner?” asked Dube with a smile on his face.
Detective was a man of truth and he could not take deceit and false pretence from other people. The officer let him in the cell and he stood there observing Caroline. “Caroline! Or should I say Carol?” he said. Caroline looked stunned, and looked down at the floor with fear in her eyes. “I know the truth Carol and about everything,” said the Detective. “I know that Robert loved you and not your sister. He planned to elope and runaway with you. But before he could do that he changed his will to you, so that he can finally divorce your sister…” said Detective. “…He was going to tell Caroline that he wanted a divorce and we could finally be together,” added the Carol. “Didn’t you feel bad stealing your sister’s husband?” asked the detective. “She never loved or cared about him. She was mean to me and to him always. What was coming for her she deserved it! Robert did not leave anything to her, she would lose the house also,” said Carol buoyantly. “And how did she convince you to come in here?” asked the Detective. “She promised me all sort of things at first, but she finally blackmailed me. I did not want to die so I confessed in her name and acted as her. Before me and Robert we could finally leave together he died and I never knew how, until Caroline confronted me,” sobbed Carol. “How did she find out about you and Robert?” asked Kgomotso. “She hired a P.I, and she knew for several months and acted it out. My sister is evil and only cares for herself. Anyway how did you know I was not Caroline?” asked Carol astonished. “You and Caroline may really look alike, but your personalities are different. She is quick to act and you are soft and composed at all times,” laughed Kgomotso. He turned and headed to the exit. “Carol! I will send an officer to clear you out after I have left to pay your sister a visit,” said the Detective, and he left the cell. Detective Kgomotso was good in remaining calm at all times. He halted his car and looked himself on the mirror. He walked calmly in the suburban house. The door was opened and he let himself in, everything in the house was moved and it was nearly empty. “Caroline! Caroline!” he called out. Caroline came out of the kitchen holding a box. “Were we headed?” asked Kgomotso sarcastically. “You do not give up do you?” “No I don’t, and oh here is the will,” said Kgomotso, and tossed the paper at her. “Were you going to leave you sister in jail?” asked Kgomotso. “I know you know everything. If I just left this behind I would have ditched both of you. Just as you do not like being lied to, I also hate betrayal. The difference between you and I Detective is that we deal with these things in our own way,” said Caroline. Detective Kgomotso handcuffed her. “And your father says he want his silencer back and he sends his regards” said Detective Kgomotso.
CHAPTER 3 (Part 1)
Flash from the past
Detective Kgomotso was an uneasy man to read and always kept to himself, and that is the reason why he was good at his job. There was only one person who knew the Detective, she was beautiful, slim, courteous and has a phenomenal smile. Detective always felt at ease with Gabriellé, he sat still staring at her hand and not her tranquil beautiful face. “Wow DK, you haven’t changed a bit, through high school and varsity you remained you – a detective,” said Gabriellé cheerfully. “And you also haven’t changed a bit, your still as you,” replied Kgomotso. “Really DK? I mean a man with fewer words but more brainwork, you have not changed a bit. And your still as charming as ever, and I bet there isn’t a Miss Diale yet,” implied Gabriellé. “Well I proposed you and you decided that you wanted a rich man. How are you anyway?” said Kgomotso. “I am happy and I need your help,” said Gabriellé quickly. “Don’t you mean we are happy?” he said sarcastically, and looked at the ring on her hand. Gabriellé ignored him, “there was a robbery in my house and they took something important,” said Gabriellé. “And why am I knowing of this?” asked Kgomotso. “I want you to find the robbers and bring back the documents,” replied Gabriellé. “Gabie, you live outside of town, why you don’t ask the section police?” he asked surprised. “Because I believe in you and I know that you will be able to help me,” she said sincerely. “What are the documents?” he asked. “I cannot tell you,” she said tensely. “Ok let me get this correct. You want me to recover documents from I know where, and I am not even allowed to know what are the documents?” he said. “That is correct, the less you know the better. I would like to protect you and that’s me doing that,” she said. “Really, you are protecting me by sending me out on a mission which put my life in danger slightly because if I do not know it decreases my chances of death slightly?” vindicated Kgomotso. Gabriellé became uneasy, as she did not know how to answer his question. She quickly composed herself. “I believe in your detective work, and I believe that you can recover those documents. Look the less you know the better for you,” she assured him. Detective Kgomotso could have refused to help her, but he had a soft spot for Gabriellé, after all, she was the woman he proposed. “I can see what I can do, I will need more information regarding the robbery and less information on the documents,” he said, looking sternly at her. Gabriellé took an A3 envelope and set it on the table. “Everything you want is in here,” she said nervously. “Why the conformity?” asked Kgomotso. “– I am not nervous,” she replied quickly. Detective Kgomotso nodded, slid the envelope between his arms and professionally left the table.
Colonel Dube was in his office working on paper work, there was a soft knock on his door. “Come in Detective,” he said, without looking. “I think I might have putted myself in a bad decision, “he said calmly. Colonel Dube looked quickly up and raised his what-did-you-do eyebrows. “Look at this,” he placed the envelope on his table. Colonel swiftly took the envelope, opened it, and read out the content. “This is not our case,” he said adamantly. “I know, but I took it either way and I cannot return it back,” he said. “And why not?” he asked, looking at him over his spectacles. Detective Kgomotso gave a sigh and Colonel Dube took the envelope and read it again. “Gabriellé? Is that Gabriellé-Anne Motswaedi-Deveroux from varsity?” he asked repeatedly. “Ya, but married now,” he said disenchanted. Detective Kgomotso was only able to share his one and only secrets with Colonel Dube, because he trusted him with his life. He knew that he would not judge him. “Are you mad? She is married and you want her,” he said astounded. “How can you be irresponsible? You cannot even have been taking this case unless you want her back and it is impossible to do so, since this is a very dangerous case,” he said breathlessly. “Sit down” he added. Detective Kgomotso was in a weaker mood and it showed horribly. “I won’t take weak man! I will assign George to the research and insider investigation and you can have,” he instructed. SLR was one of the military best agents in the field; she has a steady handgrip, excellent eyesight and took no drivel from anyone. SLR was only used on SAP mission and this scared Detective Kgomotso to think of a life-threatening situation. Detective Kgomotso does not like to place himself in a life-threatening situation, because to him that was just pure weakness. The detective sees life threatening situations as a means to carrying a gun, which he detests doing. Detective Kgomotso never used his gun in his life; he owned one but never used it. He never felt threatened during the course of his detective work. “Do you think it is necessary to call in SLR?” he asked concerned. “It is ageing to see you so worried, lose the un-cool look and relax. This needs your full working brain not half of it. Detective this is a high profile case which you need to exercise caution and not for the unknown only also for the known,” he said gravely.
Detective Kgomotso was stuck on his computer when George walked in, and stood in front of him without saying a word. Detective Kgomotso looked up, “you do know that it is impossible to look for something that you do not know or even have no right to know,” he said significantly. “George I know, I am in a tight spot and I want to know more about this than you do. The less I know the better,” he said. “Detective, you do realise that either it still put your life in danger whether you know or not. Your girlfriend is playing with fire and you’re playing in the smoke,” he warned. He shoved the envelope on his desk. Detective Kgomotso opened it up and it was blank, he gave a high worried sigh. Detective Kgomotso did not like worrying because he felt that it took many emotions to conjure a worry. Detective Kgomotso took his jacket, went out of the door, and decided to take a thought walk.
Colonel Dube was busy studying a document and George barged into his office. Colonel Dube glared at him on top of his glasses. “What do you want?” he asked. “There is something you need to know about this case Colonel, and I think Detective might be in trouble,” he said tensely. Colonel nodded and stopped doing the paperwork. “Colonel what I am about to tell is in confidence. This case is getting nastier by the minute and Detective does not know anything. This lady is taking him for a ride and he is too in-love to see it,” said George. “What are we going to do now?” he asked concerned. “We find the Detective wherever he may be at this moment, and call SLR,” replied Colonel Dube. Colonel Dube did not hesitate; he grabbed his night coat and led George the way. They both drove over an hour being on the lookout. “You better be right about his George or you will be fired,” he said. George did not pay attention to him he was more worried in finding what they were looking for. “Stop!” exclaimed George, pointing at nearby bar. “That’s him sitting over the bar,” pointed George. Detective Kgomotso was sitting with his back from the glass walls of a fancy modern bar. “Do you think he is here on the date?” asked George. “Maybe,” said Colonel, pointing with his eyes. A beautiful woman walked over to detective Kgomotso. “Are you near in solving the case?” she asked. “Detective Kgomotso looked at her composed. “You mean this is fine?” he said, indicating his left eye. Gabriellé was shaken at the sight of brutal disfigured left face of Detective Kgomotso. “What happened?” she asked calmly. “What do you think? Your husband sent some guys to warn about staying away from you and all other else,” he said, and not losing his cool. “I did not know,” she said sincerely. “You mean you did not know that he will be jealous?” he said. “I never told him that you are the detective behind the case,” she explained. “I gave my life on the line, trying to solve a case which I don’t have info -,” before he could say anything else, Gabriellé passionately kissed Kgomotso. He felt his lips going wet, and his emotions consumed by a feeling he held for so long, he wanted to stop and leave her there but he knew that he was longing for her lips to connect with his for a very long time. Gabriellé stopped quietly and moved back. “I wanted to do that for so long,” said Gabriellé, smiling sensually. She handed him her card and left for the upper floor of the building, which was an in-stay hotel. Detective Kgomotso was a man who thought alcohol was for sorry brothers who just wanted to commit the crime, he felt restless and he wanted to be restless with no regrets. Detective Kgomotso knew that what he wanted he has lost it and it will never be his, but he wanted to die trying to get what he longed for a very long time. He drained his glass of whisky, and left the table and followed her.
“Why is he drunk? Is he ever that stupid if he is drunk?” asked George, looking over to see where Kgomotso is heading. “Stand here guard and make sure he does not leave this hotel, I have some research to do,” instructed Colonel, and he got out of the car and caught a taxi. Detective Kgomotso brain was going over flashes of what happened minutes ago, he smiled and opened a room door, there standing in a perfect figure he could still remember Gabriellé, and she had let her hair down revealing beautiful cheekbones that went with her beautiful face. He walked slowly towards her and held her close. He closed his eyes and observed her bearing image, with no regrets. His brain instead went into more flashes, ‘… mobster!” he said quickly, and let go of Gabriellé. “You’re Gabriellé Justice, the mysterious lady of Linchpin Justice. Your husband is in some bad ammunition, arms deal and Caroline the SANGC…,” he choked at the thoughts. He stepped back and headed towards the door in a hurry, that he went sober. George was asleep after some time on the lookout. “George! George!” called out Kgomotso. George woke up holding a gun on Detective Kgomotso face, “put that thing away!” he said. “Take me back to the station,” he said. George did not hesitate he started the engine immediately and drove off. “What is going on Detective?” asked George concerned. “I found something that might interest you, remember the taxi I caught to her was a Cuban driver, and he wanted some information, to test what I knew. When I did not provide him the answer the car stopped at the corner robot light and that’s when I got assaulted,” explained the Detective. “Oh, that is why your face is like that, and by the way the documents are an arms deals contract between the Cuban Minister and the President, for ammunition tender to be delivered to Congo. The documents must be in transit and Mr Justice was unable to track them,” explained George. “Detective, Justice made a fool of the Minister, he found out and now I think Gabriellé is in trouble,” said George calmly. “Detective Kgomotso thought he was dreaming all this; he had left the love of his life in danger. “Why didn’t you say so? Turn around, turn around!” he said hastily. George hit the brake quickly and turned around, with cars ducking to avoid crashing into him and whilst swearing at the same time. “I cannot, this is not our case Detective and if she goes down she goes down with you, my mission is to protect you against all odds,” he said. “I do not care what your orders are, and Gabriellé might know about the deal and not about the fraud and scam done by her husband. Now George turns this car around?” he said adamantly. George remained immobile and fiercely eyed the Detective. Detective Kgomotso pulled out George pistol out his pocket and pointed it at him. “Turn around or I will shoot your hands,” he demanded. George quickly turned the car around and headed back on the R83 toward the bar-hotel. Detective Kgomotso‘s mind was clouded with thoughts on Gabriellé, he was worried about her safety. What if she is in on it and they are trying to bait him? What if she is hurt by this moment and it will be too late for him to save her? He did not know the answers to these questions, but the most important was what he was going to do when he finally meet Justice Motsweledi…