Kruger stayed hidden behind the tree, a gun in hand. He looked on as Gloria walked towards his car. It was still dark though the day was breaking. No one was following her.
When she got to the car, her phone rang. She answered it. It was Kruger. He directed her to open the front passenger’s door, sit down and wait for him. The cleaner complied.
After a few minutes, satisfied no one was following Gloria; Kruger put his gun away and came out of his hideout. He walked briskly to the car, sat in and sped away.
“Are you sure it was successful?” he asked Gloria as the car sped down Nkrumah Avenue.
“Yes. It was. I got delayed when I realized the key was missing but I found it and it went well” Gloria lied again. Kruger did not say anything. He sped on, went past the Post office, over Central city Bridge and then the Mandela Interchange before zooming past the National stadium. He looked into the rear view mirror every now and then to see if someone was behind them. After five minutes of driving, satisfied no one was following them, he turned right when he reached the St Luke Methodist church junction. Then he hit the cemetery road.
“Where are we going?” Gloria asked. Kruger ignored her, pretending he had not heard the question. She repeated the question again. By this time, they were almost at the cemetery.
“We are going nowhere. I just want us to talk,” Kruger said, driving off the road and parking in the grass.
“Talk, Talk about what?” Gloria asked, becoming alarmed. If there was one person in the group she was terrified of, it was Kruger. He never really laughed. On a few occasions, she saw him smile; it was as if he was sneering. He always gave her the creeps.
After parking the car off the road, Kruger pulled out his semi-automatic pistol and held it to Gloria’s head.
“Nobody teaches an old dog new tricks. I have been in this bloody business for a long time and I can tell when things did not go exactly as planned. Now, tell me what happened and dare lie to me and I will pump bullets into your head,” he warned.
Gloria stared fearfully at Kruger. The mouth of the pistol was almost touching her head. She had no doubt Kruger will not hesitate to kill her if she decides to call off his bluff.
“I said everything went well, I did as ordered,” she said. Then she heard the click of the gun as Kruger cocked it, a sure sign he was about to shoot her.
“Wait!” she said. She decided she had no choice. Moreover, she could tell that Kruger knew things had gone wrong.
“It is true. Things went wrong,” she said. Then she proceeded to tell him all that had happened. Kruger listened quietly to her. Gloria was unaware that he was recording her. The watch he had on had a small tiny camera attached to it which was recording everything that was going on.
When she finished, he asked her if the Vice-President and the soldier asked for the identity of other members of the gang.
“They asked but I told them I did not know the others” she lied.
“So how come they let you go?” Kruger asked again.
“They let me go on condition that I will be their informant within our group. Because I wanted them to spare me, I agreed so they let me go. They want me to get them the names of all those behind the plot within 48 hours” she said.