Diary of a cop: For your eyes only
That first sight sparkI can remember the day we met, as if it was yesterday. It was a Monday morning early June 1995. I walked up the wheelchair ramp towards the Charge Office. It was a cold morning in Cape Town, the rain made patterns in the puddles of water. I was greeted with a heavenly smell of perfume. It was a nice way to start my day. At the front desk was female Sargent de Jager. In front of her, there you were, a women with black hair...