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Masilo, the Deputy-Director: Operational and Strategy. In the late
afternoon in his superior's office, Quinn told Masilo the GPS transmitter was
successfully attached to Baboo Rayan's white Hyundai Elantra. The monitoring
showed that the car had been parked in front of a new address for over an hour.
15 Chamberlain Street, in Upper Woodstock.
    'Let's
do a drive-by,' said Masilo. 'The pharmacy motorcycle?' 'That should do.' 'I'm
on it.'
    Photostatic record: Diary of Milla
Strachan
    Date of entry: 1 7 August 2009
    The Swing. One-Two-Three, One-Two-Three. Backstep. The
Foxtrot. Slow. Slow. Quick, quick. The Waltz. One. Two. Three.
    The Tango. Slow . . . Slow . . . Slow . . . Quick, quick. The
Morse Code of dance. 'School figures', Arthur Murray called them, baby steps I
have to practise. How different from the woman I had seen dancing last
Thursday. But still, there was something comforting about it: if you want to
get there, you must begin here. At the bottom. One step at a time. Strange how
somehow it relieved the anxiety, the insecurity.
     
    14
August 2009. Friday.
    In her office, at the round table, Janina Mentz told Rajkumar
and Masilo about the President's alleged vision of a single intelligence
service. Masilo did not react. Rajkumar obsessively examined a piece of skin
beside his thumbnail.
    'Our careers are on the line,' she said. Rajkumar began to
chew the skin.
    'Are we the only players in the Supreme Committee
developments?' she asked.
    'Of course,' said Tau Masilo. 'Then we must exploit it.' 'So
you're saying ...'
    'Yes, Raj, I'm saying this is our ace in the hole. Our last
resort. Unless you know of something else where we have exclusivity ...' 'No
...'
    'Then we had better make it work for us, or we will be
running the back-office of the new super-duper intelligence conglomerate the
President is planning, wondering why we didn't work a little harder and a
little faster when we had the chance.'
    'But what if we're right? What if it isn't local action, just
al-Qaeda in a last gasp attempt to send a few AK's to Afghanistan.'
    'Then we will have to find a way to make that little fact
work in our favour, Raj.'
     
    Milla Strachan was reading when her cellphone rang at half
past three in the afternoon.
    UNKNOWN CALLER. 'Hello?'
    'Is that Milla Strachan?' 'Yes.'
    'I am Mrs Nkosi. From the agency. I have good news. We would
like you to come for a job interview.'
    'Oh ...' She was relieved and surprised and thankful.
    'You are still interested?'
    'Yes.'
    'Could you come next week?' 'Yes. Yes, I can.'
    'Wednesday?'
    'Wednesday would be good.' She'd nearly said 'great', had to
steel herself not to sound too grateful or too eager.
    'Wonderful.
Twelve o'clock?'

6
    18 August 2009. Tuesday.
    Advocate Tau Masilo opened a file on his lap, took out a
photo and placed it on the desk in front of Mentz. 'Late yesterday afternoon, taken
by the pharmacy motorbike at 15 Chamberlain Street in Woodstock...'
    The photo showed the Sheikh, Suleiman Dolly, Chairman of the
Supreme Committee, walking around the front of a car.
    'There's a strong possibility that this is their new meeting
place,' he said.
    She studied the pictures. 'They chose well.'
    'They did. That says something. Look at that photo. Dolly
isn't driving his Volvo any more, which means he is being very careful all of a
sudden. This is the new meeting place, with live-in security, because we saw
Baboo has moved into one side of the semi-detached. There's the choice of the
house itself. Middle-class neighbourhood, most of the residents are at work
during the day. Few inquisitive eyes, quiet streets. Strange vehicles will be
spotted quickly. Double storey, from that highest window you can watch most of
the street.'
    'A great deal of trouble,' said Mentz.
    'A great deal. There must be a reason for it.'
    'What do you have in mind?'
    'Our only option is to put someone in one of the four houses
across the street. We are studying the title deeds. The ideal would be if one
of them was