“Afternoon sir, what can I help you with ?” asked Sifiso rubbing his thumb against his chin.
“I’m the worker you spoke to on the phone the other day,” replied McGregor leaning his hand towards Sifiso for a handshake.
“Oh, I almost forgot, you are my new garden boy ,” Sifiso said shaking hands with his guest. “But you look too old for this kind of job, are you sure you will be able to handle it?,” Sifiso asked.
“Yes sir, I have a vast amount of experience in plumbing , electrical wiring and handy work,” answered McGregor.
“Thank you very much sir , I promise not to let you down ,” McGregor pleasantly beemed.
” Dont worry about it Mr …?, whats your name again?,” Sifiso asked.
“You can call me McGregor sir ,” replied the man.
“You look rather exhausted for a handy man, would you care to sit down with me for some juice,” Sifiso offered generously.
“Oh that is very kind of you sir but I don’t want to intrude in any way,” McGregor politely refused.
“Thats nonsense, I genuinely insist ,” Sifiso invited him inside his house.
“Forgive me lord, for I have sinned,” Sifiso shouted as he opened the kitchen drawer. He took out a sharp knife and charged behind McGregor’s back.He unexpectedly sliced him on the throat.
“I’m so sorry old man, only death could seal the deal like a blood oath,” whispered Sifiso staring down on McGregor suffocating on his kitchen floor. “I need all your vital organs ,” he said. “I’ve got important clients lining up as we speak, I can’t afford to dissappoint them,” he said, wrapping the corpse with garbage bags. He wiped the blood up with wet towels. Sifiso carelessly left the water running out the tap and started dragging McGregor’s dead body to his garage. ” Geez ..you are quite a heavyweight old man,” he said wiping the sweat off his forehead with his vest.After lifting the corpse into his mini van.Sifiso drove off to an abandoned burial site to bury his victim.
Only sixty seven years old, McGregor had the rest of his life taken from him. Stolen time with his wife, their two boys and grandkids. Sifiso is a cold-blooded killer who robbed him of all of that. Unlike his dead victim , Sifiso could speak for himself to defend his own barbaric acts. One motive; money is the reason Sifiso would do that.He was in a lucrative deadly business of selling organ donors such as livers; kidneys ; hearts even lungs to some of the worst criminals out there.In order to help them cheat normal routes of the health care system and skip the line in the long list of organ donation.Monsters who lined their pockets with money by killing innocent people.Sifiso was a monster who did just that. His only shield from the naked eye was that he did not look anything like a cold blooded killer.Instead he was a neat looking young man with his shirt tucked into his blue pants and his short hair combed as well as his shaved chin.Sifiso ‘s shoes were cleanly polished and shiny.He was totally anonymous to the authorities who hunted monsters like him.Nobody would dare suspect him.
Thanks to you old man, I’m about to become a rich man,” muttered Sifiso , digging and scooping soil out of a hole on the ground with a shovel.When he suddenly heard voices.”Who’s that ?”Sifiso dropped the shovel on the ground and quickly blew his torch on.Right at that moment Sifiso could swear he was not alone.Someone was there with him.