CHAPTER SIXTY-SIX
Pedestrians came and went. A street vendor was selling chopped fruit on the corner. Most of the pedestrians passed the vendor without a care. Clearly they were not interested in what he was selling. Shedd stood comfortably on Queen Victoria Street—observing the entrance to the French Consulate of Cape Town. He looked to his right to see a second vendor was selling water bottles. The two vendors looked like they could have been brothers.
It was Monday morning. A short line was forming outside of the main gate. There were three armed French legionnaires protecting the entrance. If Shedd was going to go out, he was determined to do so on his own terms. He spied a brunette passing him to the corner. He heard a cell phone ringtone as the woman slowed her pace. She began digg
