The car that pulled up in front of Makanya’s house was a black 3-series BMW. It wasn’t new, and grey smoke clouded from the exhaust, but it was a BMW. Makanya, who was drinking water with ice in the shade of his veranda, was immediately interested.
The driver was a big man, dressed in a pressed white shirt with the sleeves rolled up against the Zululand summer humidity and slacks that looked as though they were part of a suit. He was carrying three hard-cover binders with the words Ledger, Journal, and Cash Book in gold lettering on the covers. Makanya hoped he wasn’t from the government. With a sigh, he stood up and greeted the visitor.
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