The Wall

48

Somebody was walking through the room. Thembinkosi heard a zipper being opened. The sound of rummaging. Re-packing.

“Well?” Deep Voice had to be standing at the door.

“Nothing.” High Voice.

“When did you see the ID?”

“When you hit her in the face. Well… not the first time. Later on sometime. When she fell down out in the hallway. When you kicked her in the side and spat on her. That was when I saw the ID in her jeans pocket. The back one. It was sticking out a little.”

“And then what happened?”

“Then you turned her over and hit her some more.”

Neither of them said anything for a few seconds, then High Voice continued.

“Because she didn’t want to talk.”

Another pause. High Voice again. “I didn’t see the ID after that.”

“So, it’s either still on her body, or it fell out of her pocket.” Deep Voice. “Let’s check her out one more time. I don’t want that thing to get found. Either here in the house or where we’re going to dump her.”

Footsteps. Door slamming. Garage door, too. Thembinkosi opened his door the same moment Nozipho did hers.