She opened the door in a bathrobe, eyes sharp. “Eddie. You look like a man being followed by his own shadow.”
The Hilux sped off. Eddie sat for a full minute, heart jackhammering. They knew his car. They knew his route. Which meant they knew about the ledger. eddie zondi
She didn’t ask questions. That’s why he came. “And you?” She opened the door in a bathrobe, eyes sharp
He handed her the thumb drive. “If I don’t call you by noon tomorrow, publish every page.” Eddie sat for a full minute, heart jackhammering
“Worse,” he said. “I’m being followed by the men who own the shadows.”
He turned and walked back into the rain. Behind him, Khanyi locked three deadbolts. Ahead, a city that had forgotten how to sleep, full of men who would kill to keep it that way.
Eddie sat in his unmarked Golf, watching rain streak across the windshield. The informant, a jittery man called Skroef, had promised to deliver the original ledger by midnight. It was now 3:47. Eddie’s phone buzzed. A photo. Skroef’s ID pinned to a corkboard with a steak knife.