Zlaw’s Echo

Despite his naturally dark skin, Officer Yadunbé looked quite pale when he came back into the Police station. So much so one of his colleagues, Detective Buma, stopped him to enquire as to why: “What’s wrong? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” “Ugly crime scene,” answered the man in uniform, nodding pensively. His eyes were lost in thought, and he was shivering at whatever he was remembering. “That bad?” “Well… The techs are saying it feels like The Rhino is back.” “Damn…” At the sound of his partner and mentor swearing – a rare occurrence – young Detective Ikali looked up from the paperwork he was filling out. “Who’s Zeraïno? Some kind of organised-crime hitman?” Both older men turned to him and laughed, amused by his ignorance, as legitimate as it was for his age. At least, that put a little colour back in Yadunbé’s cheeks. “Nice guess, but The Rhino is not a surname, it’s a nickname. It was given by the press to a serial mass murderer a couple of decades ago,” offered Bu...