“Well, someone must have seen something!” Her voice went up ten octaves. “Billboards don’t just get painted over by ghosts.” She swooshed her arms in the air and her golden bangles clanked together loudly. The sharp sound made me feel sick. “If I were you, I would start looking into rival real estate companies.”

Oh crap! “Mom, I doubt it’s that,” I said, coming forward.

“Of course it is. It’s corporate sabotage!” She raised her voice even more. “It has to be a rival estate agent. They’re probably jealous that I’ve just arrived and already have the top listings, or . . .” She looked very thoughtful for a while. “I’d look into my ex-husband, too, and his fiancé. Definitely his fiancé, she cannot be trusted, that one. I took half his money in the divorce and I know they’re not happy about it.”

“Mom. I’m sure it’s not Dad.” I looked at the policeman and shook my head, panic rising inside me. “It can’t be my dad. He lives in Joburg. It’s not him,” I assured them.

Okay, in retrospect, this had been a very bad idea. But I hadn’t been thinking straight. Last night I’d just lost control; the bottle lid had popped open and everything had burst out.

“It’s probably the Cape Town Bansky,” one of the policemen offered.

“Why do you say that?” my mom asked.

“They struck again last night at a museum. They like to make political and social statements, perhaps they’re protesting the billboard. I know some of the residents didn’t like it when it went up, said it detracted from the natural beauty of the environment. There was even a petition signed to get it taken down. So maybe it’s that.”

“Well, whoever it is, I won’t stop until I bring them down,” my mom said. Her voice had taken on a low, ominous tone now.

I rushed upstairs and went to the online Cape Times. And there it was. Everywhere. Natasha’s face was smeared across every social media page there was.

“‘Did Cape Town’s Banksy strike twice last night?’” I read one of the headlines out loud and adrenaline poured into my veins, making my heart beat faster. I took a deep breath and continued, skimming over a few sentences until I came to the important bits.