Cobra

The last thing captain Benny Griessel of the Hawks needed, was trouble. Because he might be hitting the bottle again, he's lying to his colleagues and his Alcoholics Anonymous sponsor. And moving in with Alexa was a mistake. A rascal of a mistake. But the guest house bloodbath near Franschhoek was the work of a professional assassin - three victims, three perfect head shots. And it isn't only the the inexplicable engraving of a spitting cobra on the shells - and the looming media circus - that's making Griessel very nervous. Two of the deceased were lean military types. Special Forces. Or Spooks. Trouble. Down the passage, in the last bedroom on the right, are signs of a struggle, and too much evidence that someone was kidnapped. Probably a foreigner Big trouble.. But the passport is fake, the British Consulate is playing spy games, and the same assassin goes on a shooting spree at Cape Town's Victoria & Alfred Waterfront. Then, the shadowy State Security Agency wants to take over the case, and the Hawks has to hunt down a very slick, very smart and very elusive pickpocket to save their pride - and the democracy. Maximum trouble.