![]() ![]() A few of them politely nodded back, silent and fearful. Emmanuel got out of the car and lifted his hat to a group of women and children sitting in the shade of a wild fig tree. The farm was a genuine crime scene after all - not a hoax as district headquarters had thought. In the crease of a hot green hill, a jumpy herd boy with fifteen skinny cows stared at the unusual scattering of people in the middle of nowhere. ![]() The hard line of their shoulders obscured what lay ahead. Ahead of him a group of black farmworkers stood along a rise with their backs toward him. ![]() Two Ford pickup trucks, a white Mercedes, and a police van parked to his right placed him in the twentieth century. To get deeper he'd have to travel back in time to the Zulu wars. Detective Sergeant Emmanuel Cooper switched off the engine and looked out through the dirty windscreen. ![]()
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