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NexusWolf and Declán sat beneath the tree where they'd first met Samuel. The boy in question was running about the green, without a care in the world, two young girls squealing as he chased them.

The Bookers were the family fostering the girls removed from Mrs Mzizana's care on an earlier occasion and were more than happy to take on Samuel. They made for a nice family.

"How's it going with the cops?" Declán cheered as the girls tackled Samuel.

"Better than we could have hoped."

It looked like Nkosinathi Ngema was an innocent party in the whole affair. He had been under the impression that Samuel was Lindiwe Mzizana's nephew and was horrified to learn what was planned for the boy. Mr Ngeme had been more than happy to help the police set up Naledzani Madide.

Mr Madide had loudly protested his innocence, with less than subtle hints about filing a complaint over racism. Unfortunately, for Mr Madide, his holier than thou stance started to look a bit wobbly after the good Mrs Mzizana played the muti-pride card and gave the police letter and verse of their goings on. From making the changes to Mr Ngema's manifest that had brought him to the attention of the police, to harbouring the trafficked children, to passing them on to Mr Madide, helping him make the muti and then disposing of the bodies afterwards. She was a wealth of information, even managing to implicate the people traffickers who were one step further back from her place in the chain. Inspector Craddock was delirious.

Wolf watched Mr Booker kicking a ball around with the children.

Finding Samuel's parents would be a tricky prospect. Mr Booker worked for the Sierra Leone High Commission and was using all of his connections to try and track them down. But there were no guarantees.

From the information Samuel had supplied, it was determined that he was most likely from Northern Sierra Leone or Southern Guinea. His family had moved around a lot and that didn't help matters. On top of problem of finding Samuel's parents, it was still unknown if the boy had been sold or kidnapped. If he was sold, it could happen again, but a kidnapping threw yet another grey area into the mix.

Samuel's family had been large, but relatively poor. If they found out he was living in London and had the opportunity for a good education and a better life than they could provide, they might elect not to step forward. And that didn't even take into account the numbers of false positives, with unrelated people claiming Samuel as their son.

It was a bureaucratic nightmare and Wolf was well happy to be out of that side of things. She stood up and brushed herself off. "I'll catch you later, Declán. Go and play with the lad. Enjoy being an uncle while you have the chance."


15minuteficletsword #100: karma
moonbeamsfanfic — challenge: declán and a child
Part of the Sangoma!verse and the Wolf&Declán!verse
Tags: declán, fiction, original, samuel, sangoma, wolf
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