Random Violence (A PI Jade de Jong Novel)
In Johannesburg prosperous whites live in gated communities; when they exit their cars to open the gates, car-jackings are common. But seldom is the victim killed, much less shot twice, like Annette Botha. Piet Botha, the husband of the wealthy woman, is the primary suspect in his wife's murder.
P.I. Jade de Jong fled South Africa ten years ago after her father was killed. Now back in town, she offers to help her father's former assistant, Superintendent David Patel, with his investigation of this case. Under apartheid, Patel, of Indian descent, could never have attained his present position. But he is feeling pressure from his "old line" boss with respect to this investigation and fears lingering prejudice is at work.
As Jade probes into this and other recent car-jacking cases, a pattern begins to emerge, a pattern that goes back to her father's murder and that involves a vast and intricate series of crimes for profit.
her blankly. 舠No. Why?舡 舠I舗ve found a payment here. I舗m pretty sure it was made to the detective her work colleague recommended. But the reference says Ellie Myers.舡 舠I don舗t know an Ellie.舡 Now Piet was frowning, too. Jade could see he was upset all over again, because he hadn舗t been able to share that piece of Annette舗s past with her either. Annette wasn舗t very trusting. Could she have used a pseu-donym? Then she looked at the paper again and answered her own silent question. No, no, of
opened his eyes and sat up straighter. 舠God. This couch is like a bloody feather bed. So. Update on today舗s activities.舡 舠Go ahead. I舗m listening.舡 舠The body舗s gone for analysis. It舗s definitely Grobbelaar. His buddy ID舗d him.舡 舠Any evidence?舡 舠Not so far. Apart from being butchered, apparently with an axe, there was no sign of a struggle. A couple of carpet fibers under his fingernails and a missing nail led forensics to believe he might have been transported in the trunk of a vehicle.舡
cost her a fortune. What had he done with it? Apart from the most basic stationery items the drawers were empty. Jade only just managed to return to her chair before David hurried back into the office. 舠I舗m putting this on a CD. It舗s too sensitive to e-mail. She doesn舗t want to get into trouble. She舗ll put it on the system on her side, when she can.舡 舠Are you hand-delivering it?舡 舠Yes. She舗s just down the road, in the Market Street office.舡 David quickly copied the file. 舠There we go. Done.舡
gelled back and held in place by a butterfly clip. She wore blue jeans and a black golf shirt with the hardware store舗s logo on the pocket. David explained the situation. The store manager hovered in the background, keen to hear the latest news from the world of crime fighting. Thandi listened, leaning forward, eyes wide and attentive. When he told her that a murder had been committed with the axe, her hands flew to her mouth in horror. 舠Eish!舡 she said. 舠Do you know anything about it?舡 asked
are. You don舗t understand me. Why do you think I never deal in hijacked cars? I don舗t kill for fun. I only kill the guys who deserve it, and that guy deserved it long ago. I saw what he did to you.舡 He drummed his fingers on the dashboard. 舠A leopard doesn舗t change his spots. I know that better than anyone, Jade. I grew up on the streets in Westbury, you know. Slap bang in the middle of the ganglands. Then, when I was twelve, my mum landed a better job. She sent me to a good school in the north