Rapid speed gun shot sentences echo the hurry-hurry anxious feel of suspense. Perhaps this is why I enjoyed this book, when many in the same genre turn me off. I don't like my suspense/ crime/ horror/ thriller / to echo the often meandering pace in Booker choices.

I've been hearing the debates on SA fiction, how the politics has been lost while the Krimi's cry out it hasn't, but that they are the only writers allowed to still play in this arena. Perhaps this is true. I keep hearing about the new South Africa, a post-racial South Africa. That the past is over. Yet, I see the men in blue riding in the back of the bakkie while a dog sits in front - day in and day out. Orford is the first I've come across in my 'contemporary SA reads' that was blunt enough to say, 'This STILL happens' and is not a practice fully relegated to the past.