On a bright afternoon in the spring of 2015, driving past the mall near his suburban Johannesburg home, Tom Ellis spotted his assassins. For the past 20 minutes, a white Toyota Legend, two black men inside, had been on his tail. A good-looking man of 55 – slim, tall with a mop of salt-and-pepper hair – Ellis had faced his share of danger. Approaching a set of lights at Northgate, Ellis stopped his vehicle on green. Ellis exited his…

Source: The Times March 23, 2019 00:04 UTC