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Title: Content: Captain Kgole had been parked at Jeppe and Polly for nearly fifteen minutes, the engine dead, and the silence thick. He sat behind the wheel, mind circling like a hawk over an empty field. Every scenario he ran ended in the same deadlock�trust and time, both in short supply. There weren�t many people he could count on, Mkhize, yes. Maybe Kagiso�though tonight had tested even that, beyond them? No one, and time� time was bleeding out fast. He hadn�t written a single line in the case docket, hadn�t put anything official on paper. That was by design. The moment ink touched a page, this would become something Mazibuko could smell�and Mazibuko had reach. Senior rank, deep pockets, and friends in shadows Kgole couldn�t see. Whoever those friends were, they�d make sure the Lieutenant stayed bulletproof. It was just a matter of time before Mazibuko clawed the evidence back�by the book, or by something far dirtier. Then something sparked�an old name, sharp and sudden. Brigadier Mabena, �How could I forget�� he muttered, the words dry in his throat. His hand shot for the phone on his thigh, too fast, clumsy with urgency. The device slipped, clattering to the mat at his feet. A curse hissed between his teeth as he snatched it up and thumbed through contacts, eyes locked on the glow of the screen. There. He hit dial. The line rang once, twice, then a voice�steady, clipped. �Captain,� �Good evening, Sir,� Kgole began, voice taut, carrying an edge of strain. �Apologies for disturbing you, but I have an urgent need.� �Name it, Captain,� Mabena said the tone all steel and brevity. �I�m listening.� Kgole laid it out in quick, clipped strokes�the arrests, the pushback, and the sense that something bigger was moving behind the curtains. He finished with a quiet admission, the weight of it pressing through the line: he had nowhere else to turn, but every instinct told him he was onto something. Page Number: Update Page