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Title: Content: �Hello, Sir,� Kagiso�s voice came, low and steady. �You at Cori..?� Kgole asked, eyes still sweeping the mirrors. �Yes, Sir, Been here a while.� �Good.� His tone stayed even, detached. �Is Sergeant Mkhize with you?� A pause, then: �I can see him now�heading this way.� �Hand over the evidence,� Kgole said. �Tell him I�ll explain everything later.� He ended the call without waiting for a reply and immediately dialed Mkhize, gaze flicking back to Molefe, who was still fumbling with the wheel like parking was a science he hadn�t studied. Sergeant Mkhize had barely killed the engine on the Nissan Hardbody when movement caught his eye�Kagiso cutting across the lot with purpose, face tight, shoulders rigid. Odd. The kid looked like he�d sprinted through a storm. Mkhize stayed behind the wheel, hand resting on the gear lever, watching Kagiso close the gap. No greeting. No hesitation. The younger officer yanked the passenger door open and slid in fast, breath fogging the glass. �Where�s the Captain?� Mkhize asked his tone flat but edged with curiosity. It was Kgole he�d expected to see. �He� he told me to meet him here,� Kagiso said, voice low, words tumbling out in a rush. �Just as you pulled in, he called�said I should give you the evidence.� His hands were tight around the laptop bag like it was life support. Eyes flicked everywhere, never landing. �What�s going on, Sir?� he asked finally, the question trembling out. There was hope in it. And fear. �Not sure yet,� Mkhize said, voice even, but there was weight in it. �If the Captain�s behaving like this, something�s wrong.� Mkhize�s phone buzzed, slicing through the tight silence. He dug it out of his pocket, thumbed the screen. Captain Kgole. Page Number: Update Page