227|Routine Visit

Austin wasn't exactly surprised to see the detectives on his doorstep. Hell, when the cops found Owen Bester's phone at Boshoff's crime scene, he knew he was royally fucked, and it was only a matter of time before law enforcement came knocking on his door—

"Mr Hawthorne?" The stocky officer with a ruddy complexion and a bushy moustache broke through Austin's thoughts, forcing his attention back to pressing matters.

"Yes?" he said, grimacing at the officer. It was way too early to bring out his genuine smile.

"I'm Detective Adam Peterson from Sea Point's Violent Crimes Unit. This is my partner, Les Gordon. Can we come in?" The officer quickly introduced himself and his partner.

When Austin still showed no signs of inviting them in, Les Gordon took the reins, stepping closer to the ajar door as he craned his spindly neck and peeked inside.

"We really need to chat with you, sir," he said, returning his gaze to Austin's face. "So, can we come in?"

"Do I have a fucking choice?" Austin retor