CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR
The flow of traffic out of Lindela was rather tame—much to Mav’s surprise. There were tons of people out and about. While they were more likely looking to make memories that would last a lifetime, all he was looking for was an evening of peace and tranquility. He tapped the Volkswagen’s steering wheel. The radio’s volume was low, but still loud enough to keep his mood light.
He repeatedly checked the rearview mirror, making sure that Shedd had not awoken. An older black man wanted by the British of all possibilities. Might have been helpful to know that information ahead of time. He scoffed. Had he known, he might have balked at the assignment. Far be it from Printzlau or Nkosi to see him as anything other than a means to their ends. These SSA types were all the same.
