CHAPTER FIFTY-FOUR
“No, you listen to me. I don’t care. I did the job already. Now you’re going to pay me, do you understand? Or I’m going to come to your house. Tonight if I have to.”
“Now there’s a man after my own heart.”
The angry Joburg man turned around to discover Shedd was right behind him—pointing a gun at his head. He had left the bleeding young Loyiso in a stairwell on the first underground level of the carport structure in search of a getaway vehicle. Unfortunately for Shedd, this night was the gift that kept on shoveling more s**t onto his weary soul. The office—where the vehicle keys were stored most likely—was tucked away behind a security door. And to make the situation even more dire, the authorities were swarming the area like angry locusts.
“Please. Don’t shoot.”
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