CHAPTER SEVENTY
Sundy sat at his desk in his home office staring at his desktop computer. His inbox was overflowing with emails from concerned members of parliament. He would have to answer for Hunnisett’s public foibles on the dark continent. He reached for the television remote and un-paused the telly. The channel had been turned to Reuters global news. The video footage was of a smoldering sport utility vehicle outside of the French consulate. It looked like a warzone.
“And that was the scene from earlier today in Cape Town as local authorities have begun an investigation as to the cause of the heinous attack at the French consulate.”
He tapped the remote against the desk and sighed through his nose. The irreputable facts regarding this clusterfuck would have to be his singular prior
