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80 Days Around the World in Durban

Author: 
Ari Sitas
Body: 

Meanwhile Sergeant Innocent Chabalala has made a grave discovery

 

On the phone

I got him…I got him…the cameras recorded everything…Just before the bust I’ve got him on tape in and out of the building carrying sacks and sacks…It’s brilliant…Yeah, we were fools. We make the bust and there is nothing…They run…we chase them…we catch them…they shoot…we shoot…they are gonners…But the stuff is nowhere to be found…Thirteen million worth of pills and snow…Thirteen million…phew vanished out of the blue…And we planted it there. It’s him…It’s him…He looks like one of those Rasta skellems who walk the streets with shopping trolleys collecting scrap…I’ve got him right here in my hands…look…Sorry…sorry…I know that you can’t see…I’ll fax the photos…

 

Phone rings again

 

I told you I can’t talk freely…Can’t you phone me from an outside line?

 

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