11: Subtle Shifts

Msia Hamadi smiled at his head of security when he walked in. “Good morning, Chief.”

“Good morning, your highness.”

His smile faded slightly. “Ah, so it really is one of those visits.” He gestured to the chair across from his. “Have a seat.”

“Thank you.”

Msia’s PA came in and offered the chief of police a variety of beverages. When he declined, she left as quietly as she had come in and Msia had given Chief Ruthers all his attention.

“I’m all ears.”

“Nomusa Chule’s behavior recently changed.”

“So I’ve heard. Is there something you think I need to be aware of?”

“She’s watching a child.”

Msia frowned. “A child?”

Placing a piece of paper on the desk in front of the king, the chief of police added, “Someone who interacts with one of your sons.”

Reading the transcript, Msia’s lips pursed and he looked out the window for a short moment.

“It’s alright Paul. I know exactly who this is about.”