Trackers

“A novel built like a puzzle, which will leave you breathless ... Meyer tracks his prey without ever letting it go, until the last page.” – Télérama, France

Lemmer's First Law: Don't get involved.

But when Emma le Roux looks at him with pleading eyes, when the roof of his Karoo house needs big repairs, when the cause is good and just, laws can be broken. So he sighs, and says, yes, he'll ride shotgun for the two rare black rhino's.

Bad call.

Because on a dark and dusty road in Limpopo, they stick a Smith and Wesson Model 500 against his head. They kick him and beat him, they lie, they deceive him, and they steal his Glock, the one with his fingerprints all over it. He wants it back. And he wants revenge.

So he tracks them, leaving a trail of violence that will run the length and breadth of a country, and touch the lives of:

Former cop Mat Joubert, working on his first dossier as a private investigator. It's a 'fifty-five', police slang for a missing persons case. Danie Flint, easy-going, life of the party, route planner at the Atlantic Bus Company, disappeared three months ago. The SAPS bungled the case, and Flint's wife is at the end of her tether. Joubert must track him down before her money runs out. But it's been years since he did the grunt work, he no longer has the might of the State behind him, and the trail has gone icy cold.

And Milla Strachan, the former housewife, who walked out on her rich, cheating husband and abusive teenage son to start a new life. Milla, who had only seen South Africa from behind the high walls and alarm systems of her plush northern suburbs home, and through the rose-tinted glasses of the privileged.

Struggling with being suddenly single at forty, trying to rebuild her relationship with her son, lost in a job market favouring the young and the wired, she has to settle for a lowly 'journalism' job at a secretive government agency. A whole new world opens up for her – including the murky realm of organised crime, Muslim extremism and terrorism, right on her doorstep. And then this world reaches out and touches her, draws her in.

A trail of death, stretching from the Chizarira to the Cape Waterfront. And at the end of it, nobody will be untouched.

More reviews:

  • “[Meyer] excels in his descriptions of the urban and natural landscapes... his characters are realistic... and he paints a beautiful portrait of a wounded woman with Milla. Trackers is an ambitious book into which readers will delve with delight.” – Livres Hebdo

  • " ... a sweeping saga as lush and unforgiving as the African veldt." - Karen Dionne in The New York Journal of Books.

  • "This is the author’s most accomplished novel to date. It’s a mesmerising read, and a startling revelation at the very end suggests that we haven’t heard the last of these engaging characters." - Joan Smith in the Sunday Times (London).


The World of Trackers

End of the Line: The small alcove where The Shipment is delivered - and death pays a visit. Is it the end of the line for Milla? Or a new beginning?

 

Supreme House: Chamberlain Street, and the building on which the Supreme Committee safe house is based. Note the satellite TV dish just below the upper window, where the microphone is planted.

 

Big Bay, big trouble: The Big Bay Beach Club, where Milla and Lukas Becker hide from ... just about everybody.

 

Sky High: The Van Grinsven RV-7 - the aircraft Lemmer and Lotter fly up to Musina.

 

Karoo Town: Loxton, where Lemmer lives. His house is nearest to the camera on the extreme left.

 

Cluster Truck: The Mercedes truck carrying two black rhinos, and three people. One of them might be a traitor.

 

Cabin Fever: Lemmer, Flea van Jaarsveld and Lourens le Riche spend more than 1 000 kms in the Mercedes.