CHAPTER FIFTY-SIX
Shedd sat in the driver’s seat of the Toyota Corolla they had stolen from a nearby carport. His host, Mavvy, at least that was the name the woman on the other end of the call had used, was sprawled out across the backseat, losing blood by the second.
Police activity had ramped up since their firefight on the motorway and at the construction site. They were laying low in a dark downtown alley. The area had turned into a gridlocked nightmare. If Shedd had any brains at all, he would have left this man right here to bleed to death. He couldn’t be held responsible for him signing up for a suicide mission.
“There. I did what you asked. Happy now?”
Mavvy set the cell phone down on his chest.
“There’ll come a time one day in the near future where you’ll thank me for that. T
