Chapter 19
Dambuza decided to
leave Delly behind in the bush and rush into town to get some other officers to
help him collect the evidence. “You going to be okay out here?” Dambuza asked
before leaving her.
“Hey, I’m a long
time bush woman, this is my element. Get off with ya!” Delly sat down next to
the hole where they’d been digging.
Dambuza trotted
off to the Corolla and set off toward town. He tried not to think about Khathurima’s
words warning them that Delly should take care. Delly was in no danger. That
man had no special powers to see things in the future. Still he sped the whole
way to Maun ignoring the metallic protests from the Corolla.
He found Blue at
the desk. “Listen I got a body in the bush, can you put together a team to go
out with me?”
“Sure, Dambuza.”
Blue made a few calls and the two waited for the others to arrive. It was night
and the staff that was on duty was out patrolling. “So does this have anything
to do with the white guy you beat up?”
“Was he here?”
Dambuza could not believe the balls of this guy. He buries a body in the bush
and he still wants to make a complaint?
“Ee Rra. He even
had a report from the hospital.”
“What? Already?”
“Well from that
private clinic. They do things quick-quick if the money’s right.”
“Shit.” Dambuza
didn’t need another police brutality complaint on his record, he had enough
already.
“Doesn’t matter,”
he told himself more than Blue. “Someone needs to go and collect the guy and
lock him in, at least for the night, on suspicion of murder. That ought to
really piss the bastard off.”
***
The four officers
arrived and they raced back to Delly. They pushed through the bush with their
equipment and the metal police coffin- but Delly was not there.
“Delly!” Dambuza
called. There was no answer. He didn’t let his mind wander to his worst
thoughts. She was fine. Everything was fine. “Fuck! Spread out. We need to find
her!”
Dambuza couldn’t
believe after all of the warnings from the doctor he had left Delly out here.
He’d never forgive himself if something happened to her. He only knew her for
about a month but they’d become close. He was not someone who kept many
friends, he never had a woman as a friend, especially a white woman, a much
older white woman, but he suddenly realised how much Delly meant to him. She
was sensible and practical and wise and funny. He respected her and her
friendship meant everything to him through the last few weeks. How did he leave
her here? What had he been thinking?
“Delly!” he
shouted into the darkness.
Just then he heard
something moving behind the bush, he turned thinking the elephants had finally
arrived on the scene.
“Sis
man! Can’t a girl take a leak?” Delly said coming through the bush
buttoning her ever present shorts.
Dambuza grabbed
Delly up in his arms. “God! I thought something happened to you.”
Delly pushed him
back and smiled. “Ao! Dambuza are you getting sweet on me?”
Dambuza ignored
her teasing and shouted to the others, “She’s over here guys!”
***
In the dark the
digging was difficult. From the finger they found, it appeared the body had
been cut into pieces and the pieces were buried all over the scene. About
midnight they found a thigh. After that it was quicker: an arm, a torso, two
feet, another arm. The body parts were being carefully laid out on a plastic
tarp. Delly stood nearby surveying the progress.
“Hey Dambuza, come
here a minute,” Delly said. “Look at that.”
“What?”
“The arms.”
“What about them?”
“They’re from
different people.”
“What? How do you
know?” Dambuza asked looking at the arms on the plastic.
“Look at them,”
Delly said. “Look at the distance from the top to the elbow, it’s not the same.
These are from two different bodies.”
Dambuza looked
closer. Delly was right. He couldn’t believe it. Did this guy kill all of them?
He called the other police officers over and they agreed with Delly. These
parts were not from one body, they were from at least three different bodies.
The eastern sky
was turning light grey and soon the sun would be up. “Listen I need to get some sleep,” Dambuza
said to the other police officers. “Delly and I will head into town. I’ll pass
by the station and tell them what’s happening. The boss ought to be in by now.
He’ll send a new team out to relieve you guys. I think we’re going to have to
do a whole lot of digging out here.”
When they got back
to the cars the Corolla refused to start, too much bouncing and bucking on the
dirt roads for one day. He climbed into Delly’s vehicle just as the sun came up,
and they headed back to Maun.
Chapter 20
Dambuza woke up
confused. Out the window the sun was low in the sky but he took a minute to
work out if it was morning or evening. After briefing the boss, Delly dropped
him at home and he fell sound asleep. He couldn’t believe he’d slept the whole
day away just when he finally got a break in his case. He called the station
and Tito was still there.
“Yeah we got him
in lock up,” Tito said. “He’s not talking, waiting for a big shot lawyer from
Joburg to pitch. We’re going to be in for it then.”
“So what’d they
find in the end out there?”
“All sorts of odd
body parts. No full bodies. Looks like about seven different people. We need an
expert to sort this out. Tomorrow a team is coming up from Gabs. Nothing more
we can do tonight, you might as well get some sleep. Things are going to get
crazy real quick.”
“Thanks Boss.”
“Listen, good job,
Dambuza. Good police work.” It felt good
to hear his boss say that but Dambuza knew if it wasn’t for Delly and her new
found profession, he would have never got the break he did. However he got
there, he was just happy they were about to solve these cases.
Dambuza opened a
beer and popped some day-old takeaway in the microwave. His phone rang and he
answered without looking at who it was. “Hello.”
“Hi, it’s me.” His
high collapsed.
“Hi Bontle… what
do you want?” He didn’t want any drama right now. Despite his and Delly’s
gruesome find, he was feeling pretty good and he didn’t want a big fight with
Bontle to ruin his mood.
“I just wanted to
talk.” There was something about her voice.
“Are you okay? Are
the kids okay?” Dambuza was getting scared. Why was she calling him?
“Everyone is fine.
I don’t know… I …maybe I shouldn’t have called….”
“But you did. What
is it Bontle?”
“Dambuza… I …” He
could hear her crying.
“What is it
Bontle? What’s wrong?”
Some minutes passed as she cried into the
phone. She pulled herself together and said, “I miss you. God, Dambuza, what am
I doing?”
Dambuza sat down
on the sofa. The microwave beeped in the background and he ignored it. “I don’t
know, what are you doing Bontle? You tell me.”
“Why are we
getting a divorce when I still love you?”
Dambuza waited. Was he supposed to answer that? “What are we supposed to
do, Dambuza? I can’t be with you and I can’t stay away from you?”
“What happened to
your new man?”
“That was
nothing.”
They sat in
silence for some minutes. He could hear her crying, almost 500 kilometres away
in Francistown and he could do nothing to help her. He wished he was there to
take her in his arms. “I need to see you
Dambuza. Can I come this weekend? Can I spend the weekend with you?”
“I don’t know,
Bontle. You’re the one who started everything.”
“Please, Dambuza.
I just need to see you.”
“How is it going
to help anything?”
“I don’t know ….I
just know I need to see you, baby…please.”
Dambuza would not
let the mother of his children beg. He respected her too much for that. “Okay.
Okay fine. I’ll see you this weekend, we can talk then.”
“I love you,
Dambuza,” she said.
Dambuza kept quiet
and hung up the phone.
***
Baleka woke up
feeling nauseous. She had a terrible headache and had two places where pieces
of her body had been cut away, small wounds on her thigh and her upper arm.
They’d covered the wounds with gauze. They’d taken her out four days ago now
and they’d done nothing since. They brought the food and water and that was
all. She wondered where they’d gone to. She wondered what would happen to them
if the people got caught and arrested. They could die in this hole.
She wondered if
there was some way she could stay awake when they took her that side, if she
could stop herself from breathing the chemical on the cloth. She was desperate
to know what they did to her. How they violated her body. The mystery was
nearly the worst part of it.
“Come and eat,”
George said from the bed. He’d laid out the food they recently brought. It was
beans and samp.
“Are you feeling
any better?” he asked.
“A bit, eating
might help.”
She sat down
opposite George. They’d been together for twenty-six days now, he felt more like
family to her than her own family who were disappearing in her mind. She feared
she was disappearing for them too. Would Moarabi even know her when she finally
left this room? For a three year old, twenty-six days was a long time. She
missed Les, even as much as they fought she loved him. She knew he’d still be
looking for her, still be thinking about her. She knew that. It had to be true.
She held on to that thought.
“I guess your
parents just think you’re still in Botswana.”
“Yeah, I guess so.
Maybe my brother will come to check. He said he might come in February or
March. Maybe he went back and told them I’m gone. I sort of hope he didn’t. I
don’t want them to worry about me. They have enough to worry about in
Zimbabwe.”
“Yeah.” Baleka ate
a few bites of the food and then stopped. It wasn’t helping. She hoped this
sickness would pass. She hoped it wasn’t the beginning of the end. She wondered
if they got sick because of something their captors did to them or something
they gave them. Being in that dark underground room with only a tiny hole for
air could be the problem too.
“George, do you
think we could fight them when they come next time? They’re only two and one is
a woman.”
“But that man is
big. And the chemical. It’s like magic, one sniff and you’re out. They’d just
knock us out with it. Phatsimo said Tiny tried once and that was when they took
her out forever…killed her I guess.”
Baleka was
surprised George said that, he still talked as if he believed the others, especially
Phatsimo, were released. “But if we got the cloth first. We could wait in the
dark, in the corner and grab the cloth first. We could use it on them.”
“I don’t know.
You’re sick and weak. If it fails they’ll kill us.”
“George, they’re
going to kill us anyway,” Baleka said. “We might as well try.”
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