‘And you come here in all your righteousness, thinking you are a better man than me, when at heart we are the same man,’ Silas Mthimkhulu scoffed. ‘I use body parts to fortify my businesses. I sell human organs to make me an even wealthier man. We are both men who eat our own. The only difference is that I know and accept this truth about myself, and don’t hide behind lofty words such as ‘justice’. How was justice served by the hanging of both your grandfather and your father? The British took away your lineage, and you thanked them by pushing your own people into the dam.’

Spokes got up to leave.

‘This country was at war for almost twenty years, and not once did you stop pushing your people into the dam! They were dying in those killing fields in Zambia and Mozambique, deaths you don’t even want to imagine. You have no idea how pathetic that war became – the senseless deaths, the empty sacrifices … I saw it all and decided to do something about it. And you kept pushing and pushing them into the dam here at home. At least I did what I did for something tangible – money. You did what you did for something you have never seen or experienced – justice. If anyone has the right to be righteous here, I believe it is me, Chief Inspector.’

Spokes made his way to the door.