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222 mm x 146 mm, softcover, 320 pagesRRP: R170, ISBN 978-1-4152-0116-9 Publication date: February 2010, Category: Crime Fiction Description It’s the end of a toxic summer in Cape Town. Obed Chocho, businessman, property developer, arrivista, is about to get out of prison on parole. The man who put him away is Judge Telman Visser. The judge thinks he needs the security services of Mace Bishop and Pylon Buso but he’s playing a dangerous double bluff and they’re his marks. Enter Sheemina February with an agenda all her own. Top of her tick-list is Mace Bishop. The second part of Mike Nicol’s Revenge Trilogy cracks open a world of conspiracies and paranoia, corruption and greed as the new elites get their hands on the spoils. From Killer Country, page 9 Pollsmoor Prison, 6 a.m. The chief warder frowned. No birdsong. No cacophony. There was kak in the land. You didn’t need to be a bloody prophet to know this. The hell of it was he’d just eaten a decent breakfast – thick bacon slices, two eggs, fried tomato, fried banana, toast fried in the grease. The one advantage of the first shift, a breakfast like that. If the old cookie was on duty. The old cookie a lifer with one eye who escaped being dangled over the long drop when hanging was scrapped. All because of the new constitution. The old cookie who should’ve been dropped for all the grief he’d caused. Other hand, the old cookie did a helluva breakfast. ‘You hear that?’ the chief warder said to the rookie with him. A young guy, six months out of training. ‘There ’s been shit.’ The young warder looked at him, not even a light in his pupils. Dead brown eyes. Didn’t seem to know what he was talking about. ‘You feel it?’ The young warder shook his head. Before he opened the solid metal door with the peep hatch the chief warder knew there was major trouble ahead. He took a look into the corridor. Empty as it should be. The old cookie must’ve known. Bastard wouldn’t say a bloody thing, even though he knew. Wouldn’t warn you. He unlocked the door, let the young warder pull it open. In front of them two grilles, the corridor beyond. ‘You hear that?’ ‘No.’ ‘The silence. When you hear nothing then there’s kak.’ To read on Read a review by Jonathan Amid on Litnet here. Lees ’n resensie deur Kerneels Breytenbach vir Rapport hier. Read a review by Margaret von Klemperer in The Witness here. Read Bruce Dennill’s interview with Mike Nicol in Citi Vibe (The Citizen) here. To buy this book www.exclus1ves.co.za www.kalahari.net |
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