Chapter 2 - Chapter 1

# Chapter 1
AYANDA

"I'm sorry, say that again?" I choke out as Justice splutters, "No way!" beside me.

Ignoring him, I stare at my boss, Mxolisi, who scratches his temple, clearly uncomfortable.

His small office, with news articles lining the walls, a desk, which is his pride and joy, and a long bookshelf, feels even smaller now that Justice's anger sucks out all the oxygen.

"I admit it's not ideal—" he starts, but Justice cuts him off.

"Why would Vusi Hadebe, one of the most notorious serial killers in the country, refuse to be interviewed by anyone else but her?" He waves in my general direction. "Why her?"

Sucking on my teeth, I cross my arms, ignoring the spark of annoyance in me at his crappy attitude. Despite my dislike for him, he has a point. I've only worked for the paper for a little under two months, and suddenly, seemingly out of nowhere, the paper gets an interview request from none other than the corridor killer, Vusi Hadebe, but with one stipulation—it has to be me.

In exchange for an exclusive, he has agreed to let me interview him for an hour once a week, right up until a month before the handover flight to Gaborone next year. The extradition war is over—the final ruling went against him, and Botswana still hangs. It's a big fucking deal, one our small newspaper can't turn down. It would be foolish to.

But why me specifically?

Unease and intrigue war inside me. However, I'm also flattered, which is alarming as hell. Who wants to catch the attention of a killer? More importantly, how did it even happen? He's been locked away for sixteen years.