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The older woman, Louise, marched up to the guard. She pushed her face into his. “What the hell were you hired for?” she shouted. “It’s your job to protect this house. How did the creep get in?”

“I don’t know what happened, madam. I fell asleep. But I never fall asleep on duty – I mean it, I don’t know what happened.”

The guard tried his best, but Louise was furious and heard nothing. “For Christ’s sake – she could have been killed! He was right inside the house, in her room! You knew the maid was off last night. You knew she was alone in the house. He was free to do whatever the hell he wanted! You should have been more vigilant than ever. But instead you fall asleep?”

Louise turned to the boss of the security company, who’d pitched up straightaway after hearing what had happened. Ebony Music was one of his biggest customers and he couldn’t afford to lose them. “I want this man fired. I don’t want to see him here again. Or at the office. Or at any of our events or at any gigs. Understand?”

The security boss nodded and he and the guard left. Louise sat down opposite Kedi and her sister, Kenamile.

Kedi’s long-time friend and fellow band member, Dintwe Badumele, sat down too. “Louise, you did the right thing,” he said. “How does a security guard fall asleep on duty?”

“Such incompetence!” Kenamile exclaimed. “If he’d been awake, he could have caught the guy and we’d be done with this whole thing.”

“Did you talk to your mother?” Louise asked.

“Yes, she’s on her way. She’s catching the ten o’clock flight to Joburg. She’s still in Gaborone, opening the new salon,” Kenamile said.

Kedi sat wrapped in a blanket, drinking tea, even though outside the temperature was in the mid-twenties and rising. Right then she needed the warm security. She was frightened to her core. It had gone all cold inside her at the thought of someone violating her privacy in such a way. He had been in her bedroom. Watching her as she slept. She couldn’t get past that bit. She felt as if she’d never be able to close her eyes again.

This was the second time this person had got into the house. Kedi was now quite famous, not only in South Africa, but all over the continent. Her music was played on radio stations from Kenya to Senegal, from Egypt to South Africa. She knew fame and she knew it had its downside. She’d accepted all of the crazy letters; it was part of the package. People rushing up to her, grabbing at her, wanting to be her friend.

She had wanted to be the queen of African pop. Now she was, and she had to accept that nothing was all good. But she had never signed up for this. As much as she loved singing, she would give it all up to make this go away. She felt paralysed by the weight of fear.

She hated what it was doing to her. She was not the person this monster was making her be. Someone fearful. Someone who was dependent on others. Kedi had always been happy and carefree and independent. Yes, she knew there was crime in South Africa, but she’d never really been its victim. She’d once had a cellphone stolen, though it had been her own fault for leaving it unattended on a table.

But now she knew what people meant when they spoke of crime and how it made you immobile. It changed you. This had changed Kedi, and she wasn’t sure she could take much more. The thought of him entering her room, standing over her while she slept, was terrifying. If she was not safe in her bedroom in her own house, where could she be safe?

After the last time, Louise, the owner of Ebony Music, the record company Kedi was contracted to, had the security in the house completely redone. New security fence and gate. Alarm system, security cameras. But none of it had stopped this person. Somehow he’d immobilised both the alarm and the cameras just at the exact time the guard went to sleep.

By the time Louise arrived, everything was back online. The stalker had created the perfect window of opportunity to get in and out unseen. Kedi had been told everything was state-of-the-art, impenetrable, but still he’d bypassed it. Now what was she supposed to do?

At least last time he’d only got to the front door, where he’d left a dozen roses and a card. The card this time was similar. He went on about how they were meant to be together. Their lives entwined as one. Their deep and “immortal” love. One day they would be together. The man was obviously crazy and delusional. She wondered whether that inevitably led to violence.

“Well, you need to go and live somewhere else for a while,” Louise said matter-of-factly. “You can’t stay in this house. We’ve tried to make it secure, but this man seems to know everything. It’s like he’s watching us or something.”

Kedi couldn’t stop the shiver that went through her body when Louise said that. Was he always watching her? For some reason she had never thought of it that way. She’d just seen him as someone who visited her in the night. It seemed worse if she was his full-time occupation. Watching wherever she went, whatever she did.

“I don’t think that’s such a good idea,” Sherell said, coming in from the kitchen with a tray loaded with tea things. Sherell was Kedi’s publicist and best friend since primary school in Zeerust. She cared about Kedi, but she also had a keen sense of what the public would think about any action she took. Sherell knew fans were a fickle lot, and she did her best to keep up Kedi’s public image.

She poured tea as she continued. “I know I may sound heartless, but what kind of message will that send out to people? That she’s a victim, a coward. The African Queen of Pop scared of a stalker. Running away. I can see the headlines. It’s not a good idea. Also, it gives this stalker power he shouldn’t have. It may make everything worse. Let’s rather get someone to find this guy before he tries anything again. Moving out of the house is not an option I’d recommend.”

“You do sound heartless,” Kenamile said, her face not hiding her annoyance. “But it wouldn’t be the first time you’ve put the business ahead of the welfare of my sister.”

“What does that mean?” Sherell was ready to fight.

“Okay, listen, we don’t need that now!” Louise said.

Dintwe was angry. “I can’t believe this guy thinks he can get away with this! Maybe I should stay here with you.”

“What about Princess?” Kedi said. Dintwe was like a big brother, always ready to jump to her defence. When she first went to Ebony with her demo, it had been she singing and Dintwe on keyboards, and they’d been together ever since. He tried to protect her just like an elder brother would, but in this case she wasn’t going to let him. His five-year-old daughter, Princess, lived with him, an arrangement which had started the year before when his girlfriend died of a drug overdose. The little girl was still settling in, and Kedi didn’t want to upset the applecart. “No, Dintwe, we’ll make some other plan. But thanks.”

“We need to do something. I won’t feel safe with you staying here,” Louise said. “We were told this system was one hundred per cent effective, and now look. I think you should move in with Clara and me.”

Kedi looked over at Louise. Though she’d jumped out of bed and had been here within fifteen minutes after Kedi’s call, she was as calm and collected as always. Perfect hair. Perfect make-up. Camel jacket, navy skirt, heels so high they made Kedi’s feet hurt just looking at them. At fifty-four, Louise looked fantastic. Sexy, successful and gay. Clara, a head teacher at a posh high school in Sandton, had been her partner for the last twenty-five years.

Kedi loved Louise, and though she cared about Clara too, she was pretty sure she couldn’t take living with someone who constantly demanded that she sit up straight and eat her veggies. Louise was stern, but Clara was just plain bossy. She never left her teacher face at work when she came home. No, Kedi knew herself and she knew Clara; the two of them wouldn’t last very long in the same house, and they’d make Louise’s life a nightmare in the meantime.

“I think it’ll be better if I move in here,” Kenamile offered.

“And how’s that going to help? You’re about as brave as me. And then there will be two women this guy can terrorise,” Sherell said. “We all know what we need to do. Why is everyone afraid of saying it out loud?”

Kedi looked up at Sherell and knew immediately what she meant. She shook her head. “No,” she said firmly before Sherell could say anything more. Kedi was not going to have it. She was letting people take control of various parts of her life, slowly losing her say in things as this stalker continued his nightly visits, but she was not going to allow this.

“You’re being crazy, Kedi,” Sherell scolded. “You need someone to find this guy. He’s the best man for the job, and he comes highly recommended. Don’t be ridiculous.”

Kedi shrugged off the blanket and reached forward to pour herself more tea. “No, Sherell. Not him.”

“Not him – who?” Louise asked.

“Sefhemo,” Kenamile said. “Sefhemo Phaladi.”

“The private detective? Isn’t he that ex-police officer who found that millionaire’s baby who was kidnapped recently?” Louise asked.

“The very one,” Sherell answered. “We know him – Kedi, Kenamile and me – and he’s the perfect man for this job. He’ll find this guy and put an end to all of it.”

“That might be just what we need,” Louise said. “A private detective will keep everything quiet and out of the media. I read about this guy, he’s very good.”

“No, Louise. On this I say no,” Kedi said. “You can bring more guards. You can build a cage around the house. I might even agree to go and live with you and Clara, but this? No way.”

Kenamile spoke up again, in her soft way. “Kedi, we need to put everything behind us. It’s serious now. This guy is dangerous. He might hurt you the next time. I think Sefhemo is our only option.”

Kedi stood up, slamming her mug on the table. “How can you say that? Sefhemo can’t be trusted. I’m scared. Why would I want to make it worse by having someone around whom I don’t trust?”

Sherell stood firm. “After all this time I thought you’d have seen that you were wrong. You were wrong about Poloko and you’re wrong about Sefhemo. Full stop. But not you. Stubborn. Always-right-Kedi.”

A confused Dintwe looked at Kenamile. “What is this about? It sounds like there’s some kind of history here.”

“Yes, there is. Poloko was Kedi’s old boyfriend, he was our next-door neighbour when we were growing up,” Kenamile explained. “He and Kedi started dating in high school. We all loved Poloko, but we also knew he was up to bad things. Stealing even when he was a kid. It was understandable; his home life was pretty terrible. But when he came to Joburg, things got worse. This man, Sefhemo, busted a car hijacking gang. Poloko was the leader and he went to prison.”

“I don’t get it,” Dintwe said. “Sounds like the cop was just doing his job.”

“The problem was Sefhemo and Kedi were dating at the time. She explained to him how Poloko was nearly a brother to her, not just an ex-boyfriend. She begged him not to arrest Poloko, but he did it anyway,” Sherell explained. “But you’re right, Dintwe, he was just doing his job, and besides that, it was years ago. But stubborn Kedi needs to stick to her position.”

Kedi stood at the window, trying to ignore the others, looking out at the security vehicles. They hadn’t called the police, not this time nor the last time. They couldn’t afford that kind of publicity. Even so, despite their vigilance, last time it had leaked to the press and Kedi had had to play it down as the antics of an overzealous fan. Laughing it off at the press conference as if it were a silly incident, even though she’d been shaken to the core.

Outside the security personnel were searching the grounds for any clues as to how this person had got in, and to get some idea of who he was. Kedi hoped they’d find something, but she was pretty sure they wouldn’t. This guy understood how to move unseen in the night. He was not going to be caught by untrained security guards. She knew that. She also knew Sherell was right. But she couldn’t allow Sefhemo back into her life.

She knew danger. Sefhemo was danger, he was dangerous to her heart, to her sanity. She’d constructed her life so as to make sure she kept clear of him. For nine years she’d been successful. She was not going to allow Sherell to invite him back in, especially now when she’d been made so vulnerable by this stalker. It wasn’t safe.

Kedi turned back to the room. She was calmer now. She needed to make them understand. “It’s not about me being stubborn. It’s about doing what’s right. He said he cared about me and loved me, but when I begged him not to arrest Poloko nothing mattered, not even me. He wanted to get all the glory for breaking a big car-jacking ring, it didn’t matter that it meant the end of us. He’s a selfish man. Untrustworthy and selfish.” Kedi sat down again, curling her legs under her. “I won’t have him here. I don’t want him on this case. Please, you must listen to me on this.”

Kenamile spoke carefully. She knew her sister’s volatile temper. “Poloko was a criminal, Kedi. He needed to go to jail. I loved him as much as you did, I still do. But now look? He’s out and his life is back on track, even better. Mama said he’s started up a restaurant in Rustenburg and it’s doing well.”

Kedi’s head whipped around towards her sister. “So what? Are you saying prison was good for him? He spent seven years of his life in there! Seven years lost, how can that be good?”

“You just can’t see this thing clearly,” Kenamile replied. “Poloko was on the wrong path. I know you cared about him, and you still do, and I know how loyal you are to those you care about, but Sefhemo actually helped Poloko. He did the right thing by going against your wishes.”

“I never really got it, anyway. You and Poloko weren’t even dating any more,” Sherell said.

“So what?” Kedi blurted out. “I still cared about him. He was my friend, my first love. We dated for five years. And I think that was part of it. Sefhemo tried to hide his jealousy behind doing the right thing; I’m sure his plan was to get Poloko out of the picture completely so he didn’t have to worry about me going back to him. I’ve felt so guilty about that. Maybe Poloko went to prison because I was dating a police officer.”

“Listen to yourself!” Sherell exclaimed. “That’s insane! You’re talking about Sefhemo. I’ve never in my life met anyone as committed to behaving ethically as that guy. He would never have put Poloko in jail just to have a better shot at getting you. Yes, Sefhemo loved you. And it nearly killed him when you forced him to make that decision. But that’s old news. It’s like almost ten years ago now.”

Kedi wished Sherell would stop, but she just carried on. “After all of this time, you don’t even care about Sefhemo anyway. How could you? You need to put your history where it belongs, in the past. It’s over. Both of you have moved on. The issue here is sorting out this guy, and Sefhemo is the only man for the job.”

Neither Dintwe nor Louise had known the whole Sefhemo story until now. It dated from before Kedi’s career had really taken off. Before she became the number one priority for Ebony Music. At that time, she was just Louise’s friend’s daughter who thought she might want to be a singer one day.

“I think Sherell is right,” Louise said. “If this is the best man for the job, we need him. He doesn’t have to be in contact with you. I’ll deal with him. I’ll keep him away from you.”

“You don’t know Sefhemo. He does whatever he wants,” Kedi said. She knew it was a terrible idea to bring him into this. Though their relationship had only lasted two months and those two months were nine years ago, there wasn’t a day that went by that she didn’t think about Sefhemo. He had altered her, had broken her, and she had never healed.

Kedi knew hearts weren’t supposed to work like that, but hers did. And she knew her wounded heart wouldn’t stand up to being near him again. She kept track of Sefhemo. She had to, to make sure she never accidentally bumped into him. She was wise enough to know she simply could not see him.

All these years she’d been waiting for the feelings she had for him to pass, or at least lessen, but it had never happened. When Sefhemo broke her heart, he’d broken it for good. There’d been no one since who was able to patch it back together. And now they wanted to bring him back into her life. How could she make them see that it would destroy her?

“Please think about it,” Dintwe pleaded. “Louise will keep him away from you. You need this man. He’ll sort this business out in two ticks and we’ll be done with it. You’ll be safe again.”

“You guys talk like I don’t want this all to be over. Look at me. I’m scared of everything; I’m turning into one of those weak, passive women. Louise has practically taken over the running of my life. I’m at the mercy of everyone. Do you think I like this? What’s more, none of you actually know Sefhemo,” Kedi said.

“Sure, I don’t know him,” Louise said. “But the more important thing is that he doesn’t know me. I promise I’ll keep him away from you, Kedi. You don’t even need to see him.”

All four of them worked on Kedi until she eventually gave in. But she knew it was a bad decision. She felt as if her life was about to slip off the tracks completely.