CHAPTER SIXTY-THREE
Cooper’s armpits were soaked. They had only been on the ground for approximately twenty minutes and he was already feeling a bit out of sorts. Hunnisett was pacing back and forth on the tarmac with his cell phone pressed to his ear. They had been trying to call Naidoo since they landed. It was ten in the morning. Two hours after the agreed upon time. At this point, it was pretty clear that she was intentionally not taking their calls.
“This is Perry. Your man still hasn’t called. Call me back Camila.” The director clicked off the mobile phone. “Shit.”
“So what do we do now?”
“We wait. I’m not leaving South Africa without Shedd. Even if that means we only get his dead body. We didn’t come all this way for nothing. Here.”
Hunnisett passed him the phone.
“I want you
