3 pm
‘Oi! Wake up dude,’ Gene snapped his fingers in Leke's face startling him into wakefulness. What, did you go clubbing last night or something? You've been snoring. Drink some coffee have a smoke, do something!’
Leke shook off his fatigue. Checking his backpack for the envelope, he felt the familiar softened edges and relaxed.
Gene, watching frowned, ‘What's up with you and that freaking bag of yours? You’re constantly feeling it up. What you got in there? Kryptonite?’
In the bathroom he put the envelope to rest against his chest, fitting the bottom into the band of his trousers so it was held in place.
5.20 pm
Leke checked his phone as he drove, straining a little, using the street lights to find the right buttons. Marcus had called earlier and he'd let it go to voicemail.
“How are you? I just wanted to check on you and say hello. See you this Sunday? Bye.”
Leke pressed seven and put his phone back into the cubby-hole. He pulled up the ramp and found his new hiding spot where he hoped Tsotso wouldn't see, crouching behind the large bony steering wheel. The few times he'd returned since she'd confronted him, he'd managed to stay hidden.