I had answered an ad in the paper and set up an interview in Sandton.
As I was still working part-time with the pet shop guy, and thought the
interview would not take long, I took along two snakes to be delivered
and my girlfriend. I parked in the underground garage in the posh
Sandton city and, dressed in my suit, arrived on time for the interview.
Something made me leave my gun with my girlfriend.
In the middle of the interview the manager that was conducting the
interview got an emergency phone call. He was told that there had been
an accidental shooting at the barracks in Midrand, and asked if we could
continue the interview in the car on the way there. I said that would
be fine. I had no cell phone to tell my girlfriend of the developments,
but she was always a very patient person.
We drove through to the barracks and as we drove through the gates
two security guards slammed them shut and chained them closed with a
padlock. I had no idea what was happening, but knew enough to know we
had just fallen into a trap! This idiot manager had been fooled into
coming out here. There had been no accidental shooting; these guys just
wanted a larney in their hands.
READ ON...
Extract from The Chronicles of the Mexican Horse Thief II, to be published soon.
The Chronicles of the Mexican Horse Thief I – Angola is available
HERE
