CHAPTER FORTY-TWO
Solitary confinement. It wasn’t the silence that was playing with Shedd’s emotions as much as it was the agony of the unknowing. The Brits sure were taking their sweet time to come and get him. This was not the MI-6 he remembered. Something was amiss. He could feel it in his bones.
For thirty years, he had lived his life on the edge of doom, but only through the grace of a higher power—Shedd was lucky never to find himself on the wrong end of a bullet or a trench knife. He most certainly wasn’t pining for his tempestuous days on the shores of Mogadishu. Somethings just never changed. The African continent was incredibly vast and danger lurked all over—be it in the form of man or beast.
Shed was resigning himself to his ignoble ending. He was no hero. When he died, ther
