“U in trubl?” wrote Sbu.

“A bit,” K8 replied. “S ok. My parnts say srry for yelling at u. They wr mad cos they tol me not 2 hav boys ovr. Theyr cool now.”

“Ok” wrote Sbu. He didn’t really feel okay, but he knew K8 was trying.
He told her about Adelle, and the phone.

“I’ll ask bulana if he nos hr,” K8 wrote.

Sbu waited. After a while his phone rang.

“Hi,” said K8. “I spoke to him, and he doesn’t know anyone called Adelle. But he said he didn’t know most of the people at his party. He was quite proud about that.”

“Sure.”

“But have you tried the contacts on her phone? Someone will know where she is.”

“I’ll try now,” Sbu said. He hung up his phone and picked up Adelle’s, to check the contacts list.

Weirdly, there were only five numbers listed, with strange names: “Azure”, “Hyena”, “Maman”, “Museum”, and “The Eye”.

It sounded like something out of a movie. He tried “Azure” first.

“Hello, Azure Hotel?” said a woman on the other end of the line.

“Hi,” said Sbu. “Uh, do you have someone called Adelle staying there? I’ve got her phone.”

“Just let me check,” said the voice on the line. There was a pause, and then they said, “I’m sorry, sir, there’s no-one of that name staying here.”

“Thanks anyway,” said Sbu. He tried the next number, which was for a security company called Hyena Personal Guards.

“No man,” said a gruff man on the other end of the line. “We don’t give out client details.”

The next number, called “Maman”, took a long time to connect, and someone answered the phone in French. Sbu tried to ask her about Adelle. “Désolé, je ne comprends pas,” said the French woman, and hung up.

“Museum” was even stranger. It was an automated response from the Township Museum in East London. Without much hope, Sbu tried the last number, the one listed as “The Eye.”

“Hello? The Daily Eye, John speaking,” said a man on the other end of the phone.
Sbu again explained that he’d got the phone at a party from someone called Adelle.
“Adelle? The French Adelle?”

“Yes,” said Sbu.

The man on the other end of the line cleared his throat.

“I’ll give you five hundred rand for that phone.”

WHAT DO YOU THINK?

  • What do you think is going on?

  • Why doesn’t anyone know Adelle?
  • 
Why do you think the journalist wants the phone?