Chapter 7 - The Missing Man's Warning
"WE ARE NOT TRADING THOSE DOCUMENTS FOR A PROMISE!"
Nango stared at Detective Dube.
"They have Vukani!"
"I know."
"Then why are we standing here talking?"
"Because handing over the evidence won't guarantee his safety. It may make him even more vulnerable."
Nango looked as though she wanted to argue.
Instead, she turned away.
I understood her frustration.
The old version of me would have gone looking for the people responsible.
I would have relied on threats and the reputation I'd spent years building.
But I had promised to become a different man.
And for the first time, I was discovering how difficult that promise could be.
Dube assigned officers to investigate Vukani's disappearance.
She also requested immediate protection for the witnesses and began tracing the vehicles connected to the surveillance photographs.
Meanwhile, she needed the original financial records.
Vukani had been preparing those documents before he vanished.
Nango believed he might have left copies in the Sobethu office.
By early evening, we were there with the investigators.
Sobethu had always meant something special to Nango.
Her father, Bongani Ntshangase, had established the housing trust after witnessing families lose their homes to predatory development schemes.
He believed people deserved secure housing, not constant fear of eviction.
Nango had inherited his determination.
She had also inherited his insistence that important decisions involving trust properties required proper approval.
That was the obstacle standing between Radebe and millions in potential profit.
The Sobethu office was modest.
Photographs of completed housing projects covered the walls.
One showed Bongani standing beside a row of newly renovated homes.
Nango stopped in front of it.
"My dad was so proud of this place."
I stood beside her.
"He would be proud of you."
She shook her head.
"People are disappearing because I refused to sign."
"No, Nango. People are being hurt because criminals want something that doesn't belong to them."
She looked at me.
"Then we make sure they don't get it."
We searched the office with the investigators.
Files had been disturbed.
Several cabinets stood open.
But nothing appeared obviously destroyed.
Mdu found a desk calendar.
A date had been circled.
Beneath it, Vukani had written a short message.
Original records. Archive cabinet. Second drawer.
Nango hurried toward the records room.
Inside, she found a locked metal cabinet.
The investigating officers documented the discovery before opening it with authorized assistance.
In the second drawer were several folders and a sealed envelope.
The files contained bank records, trust resolutions, contractor invoices, and correspondence with Radebe Property Holdings.
More importantly, they included copies of documents bearing signatures Nango insisted were forged.
Dube examined one authorization form.
"Was this ever presented to you?"
"No."
"Did you approve this payment?"
"Absolutely not."
Another document described a proposed sale of trust properties.
Nango read the terms.
Her expression hardened.
"He wanted to remove entire families."
I looked over her shoulder.
"How many?"
"Forty-two households."
Zanele, who had accompanied us, covered her mouth.
"My God."
The development proposal would have displaced families whose homes had been protected by the trust for years.
And the money promised to the trust was far below the property's estimated value.
Radebe expected to make an enormous profit.
Nango turned toward Dube.
"That's why my mother wanted me out of the way."
Dube carefully closed the file.
"It's a strong possible motive. We still need to establish who authorized what."
A movement outside caught my attention.
I approached the window.
For a moment, I thought I saw someone standing near the parking area.
Then the figure disappeared.
"Mdu."
He came beside me.
"What?"
"Someone was watching the building."
Mdu looked outside.
"I'll alert the officers."
Before he could move, Goba appeared in the doorway.
He was carrying bottled water and a bag of food.
"I brought supplies."
I stared at him.
"You came back?"
He shrugged.
"People get hungry during emergencies."
I almost smiled.
But his face grew serious.
"I also saw the black SUV near the main road."
Dube immediately sent an officer to investigate.
While the others examined the evidence, Nango discovered a memory card inside Vukani's sealed envelope.
A note was attached.
If anything happens to me, give this to Nango.
Dube secured the card and arranged for its contents to be examined.
It contained a short video recorded earlier that day.
Vukani appeared alone in his office.
He looked exhausted.
"Nango, if you're watching this, I couldn't get the records to you myself."
He paused.
"I found proof that your mother's signatures were used to authorize payments to Radebe's companies."
Nango leaned closer to the screen.
"But the worst part isn't the money."
Vukani looked toward the office door.
"Someone has been using the Umhlanga renovation to monitor your movements. The contractor was told to keep you isolated during the inspection."
Nango pressed a hand against her chest.
Vukani continued.
"I think they're planning something. If I disappear, don't trust anyone who tells you to come alone."
The recording ended.
No one spoke.
Then Nango's phone vibrated.
A new video had arrived from Vukani's number.
In it, Vukani was breathing heavily in a dimly lit room.
Behind him hung a distinctive row of angular ceiling fixtures.
Nango froze.
"Wait."
She enlarged the image.
"I know those lights."
Dube turned toward her.
"Where?"
Nango looked directly at me.
"They're part of the Umhlanga project."
Then she pointed at a small detail near the top of the image.
A handwritten construction label.
One she had personally approved.
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REAR SERVICE ANNEX.
They had taken Vukani to the same property where someone had planned to trap her.
