CHAPTER SEVENTY-TWO
Naidoo slammed her suitcase on the bed and flipped it open. She moved to her dresser next and opened her underwear drawer. Durban was calling her for an unexpected pop-in with the parents. She was already mentally preparing herself for their comments about how she rarely calls or comes to visit them.
She had been keeping a low profile at Allan's place ever since handing Shedd off to the courier that was arranged by Hulley and Abram. She never in a million years would’ve believed that Hunnisett and his team would be gunned down in broad daylight the way they had been, but it was clear from meeting the archaic Rhodesian—that he would do whatever was necessary to maintain his oligarchic positioning in South African society.
While the news wasn't releasing specific detai
