‘Hold on. Despite your intervention this morning, we don’t actually know that the attacks on farms and Lesedi’s murder are the work of the same people.’

‘All I know is that people are taking matters into their own hands.’

‘What people and what matters?’ she asked.

Anton beckoned her over to his desk and pointed to his laptop. He’d already opened up the links he’d been browsing in the coffee shop. He pointed to the website. ‘What’s this?’

‘It’s from something called the Land Collective. They monitor land sales. Every time there’s been an incident on a farm there’s an entry about it. Look at this. It was written the day after a warehouse fire in Graskop, I checked the dates.’

He read the entry:

We want to salute the BRAVERY of our BROTHERS and SISTERS for what they did at WORLD’S END FARM. It takes COURAGE to stand up for what you believe. That farm was going to be SOLD but nobody asked the WORKERS. There was no CONSULTATION. The PRESIDENT says he is on the side of farm workers but he stays QUIET while FOREIGNERS try to STEAL our land. The workers have buried their FATHERS and MOTHERS on this land but nobody talked to them. Now someone has spoken for the workers and they have SPOKEN with FIRE.

‘Whoever is writing this stuff is pointing to the real land issue, not the one the journalists obsess about,’ Anton continued. ‘It’s not about whether the land is owned by a black man or a white man. It’s whether it’s owned by a South African or a foreigner. He’s challenging the government and he’s taking a huge risk.’

‘It could be a woman,’ Lindi butted in.

‘Whoever it is, he or she is a link to all the incidents. He knows what’s happening on the ground. It’s as if he’s organising the whole damn thing.’

‘You think this Collective group is behind all these incidents?’

Anton shrugged, part admission, part exasperation. ‘All I know is that they’re trying to make damn sure everyone knows about them.’

‘So have they written about Lesedi’s murder?’

‘Yes, it must have been posted late last night.’

‘And?’

‘They condemn Lesedi’s killing, say it’s nothing to do with the campaign against land sales.’

‘Christ, Anton! And you go on air making it sound as if there was a link.’

‘Like I said, they must have posted it very late: it wasn’t there when I went to bed, well after midnight. Anyway, my point still stands. There’s some sort of a link. Motlantshe junior visits a land-reform outfit in Mpumalanga and the next thing he’s dead. Somebody didn’t like him mixing with those guys.’