CHAPTER SIXTY
Abram sat at the kitchen island deep in thought. His three mobile phones were beside one another in front of him. Since the evening had kicked off, none of the phones had rang nor were any texts exchanged.
The first one was his personal one. He had been using it primarily to keep tabs on Libby and Bibi during their European excursion. The timing of their extended holiday had proven to be fortuitous in hindsight. Abram wasn’t sure how his boss would have been able to maneuver with them in such close proximity. The second phone was for his SSA emissaries, Lucy and the Dane. The last one was for the PMC’s he had hired to eliminate Shedd and his courier once they had departed Lindela. Rathbone and Qoboza had a reputation for efficient wetwork, but there was nothing efficient ab
