The briefing was sharp, Surgical. Twenty minutes. No wasted breath.
They were hunting a ghost. The murder of Quinton De Lange�Durban businessman, high society figure, shot dead outside his mansion on Lagoon Drive, Umhlanga, Durban two weeks ago�had sent tremors through the nation. Now, all leads pointed to a name whispered in the darkest corners of Joburg nightlife: Emmanuel Adedeji - High-profile nightclub owner, connected, dangerous.
�Hillbrow,� Mabena said, sliding a grainy photo across the table. �We need a subpoena for this address, quietly.�
Kgole�s jaw clenched, Just a flicker, But enough.
Hillbrow needed no explanation.
To the city�s working class, it was just another overpopulated suburb�cheap rent, easy access to everything. But to law enforcement, Hillbrow was something else entirely - A no-go zone, the capital of shadows.
Deals were brokered there in stairwells. Assassinations ordered in taverns. Informants disappeared down alleys that didn�t exist on maps.
And now, the Mambas wanted in.
Kgole swallowed hard. He knew what they were walking into. Knew what Hillbrow did to men who thought they understood it.
If there was a team in the country that stood a chance� it was the Mambas.
But as he watched them�efficient, composed, unreadable�he felt a cold knot twist in his gut.
Hillbrow didn�t care about credentials.
And even predators could bleed.