“Two sugars and milk, please.”
“Just a moment.”
“Would you like to get up? Stretch your legs?”
“I’m fine, thank you.”
“Coffee is coming.”
“Thank you.”
“Wouldn’t you like to take a break?”
“I want to finish.”
“We understand.”
“I wonder.”
¦
“I’ll remember Brits’s face in that moment until the day I die. The disbelief. The fright. The surprise. It was all there. I think they were the first dead bodies, the first people he had seen with bullet wounds. There was nausea as well, which we all get the first time. But the disbelief was the greatest. He looked at Speckle, at the Americans, at Speckle again, his mouth open, his eyes big and round, his hands trying to stop something, but Speckle had already turned to the others.
“ ‘Now I want to know who’s going to talk,’ he said. ‘Bushy and I know where we stand. And I think I know where Porra and Rupert stand.’ And Bushy turned and aimed his rifle at Gerry and Clinton and Red and Koos. ‘The others must think very clearly,’ Speckle said, and then he walked to the plane and climbed in and we heard another shot. It was the pilot – he shot the pilot.
“Some day someone must explain to me how the psychology of the thing worked. I know we were tired. We had barely slept in four days, we were finished. I doubt whether any of us could think any longer; we were simply a bundle of raw nerves. The Parabats haunted us – not only what had happened, but what lay ahead. For me it was pitch-dark, I knew it wasn’t something you simply erased from your life, from your head, but hell…
“Bester Brits got his voice back. ‘What are you doing, what are you doing?’ he asked Speckle when he climbed out of the Dak, and Speckle thrust his Star pistol into his face and said, ‘Where are we?’ Brits shook like a leaf and tried to bat the gun away and Speckle hit him with the butt and he fell and Speckle held him down with his foot and asked again where we were. I think Bester knew he was going to die there – he had seen it in Speckle. ‘Botswana,’ he said. Speckle removed his foot and Bester tried to get up, got to his knees, and then Speckle asked, ‘Where in Botswana?’
“ ‘North, just west of Chobe.’ And then Speckle thrust the barrel into his mouth and he fired and turned round and asked me, ‘Porra, are you with me?’
“What could I say, Jesus, what could I say…”
“Gently does it, Mr…Miller.”
“I’ll see where the coffee is.”
“Please let me finish.”
“You don’t have to.”
“I must.”
“Very well.”
“What could I say? There are only two choices: you die quickly or you die slowly, and I wasn’t prepared to die quickly. I wake up next to my wife and then I’m there again and I have to choose again, and every time I choose to die there, but that night, that morning, I chose the other way. I said, ‘I’m with you, Speckle,’ and then he asked Rupert and Rupert’s mouth contorted and he looked at Brits and he looked at Speckle and he said, ‘I’m with you, Speckle’ and Gerry de Beer started crying like a child and Red Verster was the only man that night – he jerked up his R1 and then Bushy shot him and Speckle fired as well, shot Gerry and Red and Clinton Manley and Koos van Rensburg, shot them like dogs. And then it was quiet and I saw Rupert de Jager’s body jolting with shock, and Speckle said, ‘I know how you feel, Rupert, but I’m not throwing away my entire fucking life for an accident that was no one’s fault in a war where it’s kaffir against kaffir in a country that feels fuck-all for me. Not me. If you want to cry, you can cry, but I want to know if you’re still with me.’
“He shook his head. ‘I’m with you, Speckle.’
“And then he made us carry the dollars and diamonds back to the Landy and we drove away. We left them just like that and drove away, just as it had begun to get light in the east.”
Q: How did you get back into the republic?
A: We exchanged the Landy and a bag of diamonds with LPs for a ten-ton truck and civvy clothing and we drove during the night on back roads, Speckle making all the decisions, with that load of money and stones, for two weeks, buying petrol and food in small villages that didn’t even appear on a map. We crossed the border somewhere north of Ellisras, simply flattening the fence, and drove to Johannesburg. Speckle said we would share everything there.
Q: Did you?
A: Yes.
Q: How much?
A: Each got about twenty million dollars and a few bags of diamonds.
Q: Twenty million.
A: Just about.
Q: Jesus.
Q: And then?
A: We talked. Talked a lot. About how we could change the dollars and the diamonds into rand. No one knew. Speckle went to Hillbrow, a few days after another guy and him got some of the dollars changed, and then he said we must decide. He and Bushy were going to stay together; what about us? I wanted to go to Durban, I just wanted to get away. Rupert said he was going to the Cape. Speckle rented a box number in Hillbrow and said he had paid the rental for a year, here’s the address, we must stay in contact. I bought a car, loaded my dollars and my diamonds into it, and went to Durban. The diamonds were the easiest, even if I was stupid to start with. But you learn. There was a guy at a pawnshop I showed one to after I’d hung around there a few times, and he said he’d take everything I could get. I was careful. I was scared, but after the first deal nothing happened. And the money was good. I rented a flat, met someone in a nightclub. Said I was on holiday…
Q: Did you see Venter and the others again?
A: Once a year I wrote to the address and gave my own box number in Durban, and then Speckle wrote after months and said we must have a reunion, and I flew to Johannesburg. He and Bushy both had new IDs; Rupert and I had nothing. He gave us names and telephone numbers, said he’d buy the dollars from us at thirty cents per dollar. I said I’d bring mine; Rupert said he’d think about it. Then we parted company.
I brought some of the money and got my rand and went back, and the following year we were together again, Speckle bragging about his new business. He and Bushy were hanging around mercenaries but they weren’t organized and he wanted to start an agency to sell their services and he had just the name for it.
Q: Orion?
A: Orion Solutions. He thought it was very funny.
Q: And then?
A: After the third year I didn’t go back. I found a new name on the black market. I became bad. Too much money. Too much liquor. Pot. Cars, women. And seventeen dead bodies in my head. Until I woke up one morning and pissed blood and knew I didn’t want to live like that. I couldn’t change anything that had happened, but I didn’t want to go on living like that. So I packed my stuff and sold the flat and drove to Pretoria and looked for work. I started working for Iscor, in the stores. Became foreman. And then I met Elaine.
Q: Your wife.
A: Yes.
Q: You saw Venter or Schlebusch last year, you said?
A: Yes.
Q: Where?
A: At my home.
Q: How did they find you?
