CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Four days. Ninety-six hours. Five thousand seven-hundred and sixty minutes. That was the amount of time Mav had spent lying in bed, subsisting on a diet of bread, water and peanut butter. Walking back and forth to the refrigerator was not advisable while he was still mending. The kitchen was just about the farthest he had been away from his bedroom since surviving his mission at the Englebrecht.
He had been seeing Marais and Sheytler in his dreams. Killing a man was a very intimate experience. Almost like a transference of energy that took place during s****l intercourse. Their spirits lived on within him. These were evil men—who reveled in their badness. Wealth and power were the only things they respected in this world. Ironically enough, Mav shared their sentiments. T
