Water Music (31 page)
She opened her eyes to the blackness around her.
At last, silence.
Her hair glistened, her eyes were closed. Her torso and legs were submerged in the water that swirled around her, determined to pull her down, ever downwards. But Sterns body held her up. He had caught against a metal strut and stuck
fast.
The current held Clares head against Sterns neck. His eyes were fixed on hers.
Riedwaan bent over her, yanking her limp body up into his arms, releasing her from the dead mans embrace. She was out of the water, on a ledge next to the stairs. Pressure on her chest, Riedwaans face inches above hers. Her lungs heaving, spewing water. More pressure, more gently this time. She inhaled deeply,
spluttering as she did so; exhaled. Breathed.
He had his phone out.
Dont you leave me, Clare, his face hovering over hers. Dont you fucking leave me.
Riedwaans pleas, the chatter of the chopper working its way up the valley, were remote. Just the ripping pain low down in her pelvis.
Summer sparkled. Black oystercatchers called to each other on the rocks. Flocks of terns, white streamers against the blue sky. A gentle swell ran up the beach, gulls strutted along lace edges left by the waves.
The slap of the water against the sides of the yacht was soporific. The sunshine was as warm as a mothers hand on the back of Clares neck. The pain that had been her companion for
six months, reminding her that she was alive after all, no longer there. The fractured ribs had knitted and the gashes had closed.
Lucky, is what the doctor had said. You wont scar.
Not where you can see, Clare had replied.
Therapy, the doctor had advised.
No one can erase whats in my head, Clares reply.
Rosa Wagner stepped out of the cabin and onto the bright white deck. Behind her were
the musicians, their instruments gleaming. She stood erect as the murmurs of the audience died away. A brief shadow of wariness in her wide-set eyes.
Clare leaned against Riedwaans shoulder. He drew her into the circle of his arm, said nothing as two trucks pulled out from behind the Yacht Club and drove up towards the castle. Their purpose, their cargo someone elses business now.
Rosa called
Esther over, looked down at her and smiled. It was hard to tell, even now after bald facts had been laid out, which one had kept the other alive. Rosa pulled the little girl close. There was a steadfastness to her chin and a set to the tiny shoulders.
An old man and a boy stood at the edge of the deck. Mr Wagner was wearing his best black suit. The child at his side, neat in navy-blue trousers
and a white shirt, wore his hair longer now, yet it barely concealed the scar on his temple. Rosa and Esther carried the urn over to them, and Alfred Wagner helped them open it. The breeze took the ashes, lifting them through the air. The children, wary strangers who were learning to be siblings, watched as their mothers ashes drifted towards the waves.
Rosa turned to Clare.
Were alive today
me and Esther because you came looking for us. Rosa sat down and took her cello between her knees. And Im human today because of my music, and the music of the water in that dark place.
She placed her left hand on the frets, while her right hand brought the bow up into position. She drew her bow across the strings. A plangent note lingered and drifted back into silence. Then she drew from the
cello a complex ordering of sound that drifted over the water.
Esthers wordless song rose up over the music, drifting along with it. When the music came to an end, a smile teased at the corner of her mouth.
As Rosa swept the child up, her smile broke free, and she laughed. The sound seemed to startle her, and she buried her face in Rosas neck.
Her laughter, the music, hung in the air.
Rosa
bowed, and the small audience clapped.
The sudden noise startled the infant in Clares arms.
Ishmael Hart, three weeks old, looked up at his mothers face. Clare saw herself reflected in her sons serious brown eyes. He appeared to be taking the measure of her.
The infant yawned, closed his eyes, and fell asleep.
Are you going to marry me? Riedwaan said quietly to Clare.
Its nice of you to ask,
she said, holding their child against her body. But no, thank you. Its strange enough with a baby. Being one, becoming two.
Clare looked at Riedwaan.
Marriage. Being two, becoming one. Thats a step too far.
The testimony on pages 186188 is a that of a young victim of abductor and serial rapist Johannes Mowers, who is currently serving a life sentence. The testimony is a transcription of a recorded interview by Kathryn Smith, from her installation
Psychogeographies: Walking Back the Cat
(11th Havana Biennale, 2012).
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Water Music
THE CLARE HART INVESTIGATIONS
Clare Hart is a former investigative journalist turned profiler with a PhD in femicide. Cerebral and intensely private, she takes the violence meted out to women and children head on, her courage, intelligence and her intimate knowledge of Cape Town her preferred weapons of choice. Clare walks a fine line between the forensic profiling work she
does with the police and her own sense of what kind of justice those who prey on the vulnerable deserve. Less easy for her to navigate is her combative relationship with the volatile police captain Riedwaan Faizal; against her better judgement she keeps letting him back into her bed, just as she keeps working on cases with him.
The little girl tells herself an hour is not so long to wait, and steps outside. The street is empty. Then she hears the car…
Police Captain Faizal has just been told that his six-year-old daughter has been abducted. And he is not allowed to join the search because his squad think he is the kidnapper.
Investigative journalist Dr Clare Hart is the only one who believes Faizal
is innocent. Together they must evade the police and find his daughter even if it puts all their lives at risk.
Daddys Girl
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As more bodies are discovered, Clare is forced to re-visit memories of the rape of her twin sister and the gang ties that bind Cape Towns crime rings. Are the murders really linked
to human trafficking, or is the killer just playing sick games with her?
Like Clockwork
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herself from her rocky romance with Police Captain Riedwaan Faizal.
But when Riedwaan arrives to help with the investigation and try to salvage their relationship, it is clear that there is more at stake here than just their feelings. Now their lives and the lives of others are in danger.
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