Kruger stayed hidden behind the tree, a gun in hand. He looked on as Gloria walked towards his car. It was still dark though the day was breaking. No one was following her.
When she got to the car, her phone rang. She answered it. It was Kruger. He directed her to open the front passenger’s door, sit down and wait for him. The cleaner complied.
After a few minutes, satisfied no one was following Gloria; Kruger put his gun away and came out of his hideout. He walked briskly to the car, sat in and sped away.
“Are you sure it was successful?” he asked Gloria as the car sped down Nkrumah Avenue