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.Probably looks like the aunt as well, short, fat and a fucking female geek! No way—runnnnnnn…Later, Hobbs could not remember what excuse he used to get out of the mortuary.He was back in the office now, his ears still ringing.Why is everybody always trying to set me up? He heard Sauer down the hall.By the verbal abuse and grumbling he knew his partner was in a bad mood.Sauer steamrollered into the office.“What are you so cheerful about lover boy?” Hobbs asked.“Did she not want to go down on you?” Hobbs mocked.“Fuck off.”“Why? Did the pretty Miss Watson not want to fall for your excessively funny personality? Oh no, don’t tell me, she managed to resist you?”Sauer flopped down on the couch opposite their desk.His face was red and puffy, sweat pouring down his neck into his stained shirt.“Why do you look so calm and collected?” Hobbs couldn’t pass the opportunity to tease his partner.“Did you manage to get if off by yourself? While you perved over her gorgeous body?”“Sorry to spoil your smutty fantasy.But it is nothing like that.Matter of fact, Captain…” he paused.“It’s just that I don’t like walking that much.”“Walking?”“Yes walking.Have you got a hearing problem? I walked here.Well, a few blocks from where the minibus taxi dropped me.”“Why walking?”“Because the fucking car was stolen.”“What! The fucking car was what?” Hobbs took a sharp breath.“Where? How?” Hobbs stammered as he got up.“I went to see Miss Watson and when I wanted to leave, the car was gone.”Eventually he found his voice.“Let me guess, you, as always, parked on the fucking pavement and never bother to lock the car!” he bellowed.“And you left the keys in the ignition! Right?” he yelled.“It still gives nobody the right to steal it.You know, ‘steal’? That’s when someone takes something that does not belong to them without permission,” Sauer replied.“How?” Hobbs asked as he sat down again.“Outside Amy’s office.”“Does the superintendent know?” Hobbs asked“No, we still have to tell him.”“We?”“We are partners aren’t we?”“And just exactly when are we going on telling him?”“When you plan to go there with me.”Hobbs shook his head as he swore under his breath.Then he saw the naughty boy grin on Sauer’s face.“You think it’s funny, don’t you?” Hobbs asked.Sauer smiled as he shook his head.“You know that he will make me responsible because of my higher rank.The old man is going to kill us.”“That is why we are doing it first thing in the morning.Let us have one more night of peaceful sleep.”Sauer sank back into the couch deeper.Hobbs took out a cigarette.He lit it and slowly inhaled.Sauer felt his mobile vibrate in his pants.It was an unknown number.“Sauer,” he barked.“Hi Inspector, it’s Amy.”The interdict—he forgot to give her the fucking interdict with all the commotion.“I was wondering—with all this nonsense of this afternoon, could I perhaps take you for a cup of coffee sometime,” she asked, quickly adding, “to say thank you for rescuing me this afternoon.And to get the interdict from you.”Sauer’s heart thumped in his chest.He smiled quietly to himself.He closed his eyes and saw her in front of him.This day is not going to end bad after all.“Sure,” he said, not wanting to sound over eager.“Third time luck, perhaps this time I will really give you the interdict.”“I will let you know.Maybe over the weekend some time?” Amy enquired.“Sure,” he said.“Let me know.I may not be available—being a policeman and all.”This is not a date.It is a business meeting, he said to himself, a business meeting.“I will pick you up, if you want me too, seeing that your car was stolen.”“No, no, no, that would not be necessary.The car that was stolen belongs to the state.I have my own personal car.I’ll pick you up.”“Oh, good,” she said and gave him her address.“I will check my schedule and if your schedule allows, we will see each other over the weekend.”Sauer opened his eyes.Hobbs was looking straight at him.“Welcome back to reality, lover boy.Did you report the car as stolen?”“Not yet.”“So, when were you planning on doing it?”“When you are ready to hold my hand and walk me down stairs to the charge offices.”“Why on Earth should I do it? I am not the one who got the car stolen.”“I did not ‘get’ the car stolen.It just happened.Hundreds of cars are stolen and hi-jacked every day in South Africa.Why should an unmarked, white car be any different?” Sauer said.He closed his eyes again as he lay back in the couch again.“Besides you need a life.”“I what?” Hobbs asked.“You have nothing to do with your life but drink and policing.So you may just as well walk me down to the charge offices and hold my hand.Pass me the odd tissue so I can wipe the odd tear from my grief stricken face.That sort of thing.It is not as if you have a hot date on a Friday night.”Sauer got off the couch and walked out the door.He didn’t need to look.He knew Hobbs was behind him.* * * *The charge offices were packed.Crowds of people were laying complaints about stolen vehicles, stolen mobile phones and stolen handbags.It was Friday after all.A few injured souls were holding their bleeding wounds.No doubt they were assaulted in the line of robbery, hi-jacking, domestic violence…take a number and wait.This was just part of the seriously malfunctioning judicial system in South Africa.“Why do you think these people even bother to report the crimes?” Sauer asked as they saw the crowd [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]