The disguise was down and the masks where were they belonged, the trashcan. There was no need for a façade. They were in the same boat. Not quite the same, but two different boats heading in the same direction. Their end goal was the same, to bury Grant Mgabi.
Linda, Grant's wife, had rambled on and on about how Grant mistreated her. She had spoken of the numerous broken bones he had gifted her with and how he had always sought to break her down and darken her sky whenever he saw the hint of sunshine in it. He was in every way a misogynist. And disgustingly, he was proud of it.
From what Angela and Herman could gather, he had determined the need to spread his misery beyond the confinement of the house he called home. He had been doing a really great job there and so, selflessly, felt the need to allow his bitter influence to permeate the country one city at a time. But then he had stumbled upon the wrong woman, Cindy.
