The Wall

98

“You have blood on your shoes,” Thembinkosi pointed out as he took the briefcase from Nozipho.

“That’s okay,” she said. “It’ll come off. Let’s get out of here. Where are the shots coming from?”

“Over there,” Thembinkosi said. “We need to go in the other direction, anyway.”

“We look like shit.”

“We can’t do anything about it. I feel better than I did in the wardrobe or the freezer. Even if my suit’s going to be stained after this. Come on…” He wiped his forehead with his suit sleeve.

They slipped around the next house and froze when they reached the street. Looked both ways.

Nozipho straightened Thembinkosi’s jacket. “Let’s first head over to the outer wall.” She pointed across the street at the next row of houses. “I’d feel better over there. The further I am from that house, the better I’ll feel. And then we can follow the wall. To the exit.”