CHAPTER FORTY-NINE
Mav placed his hand over his mouth and yawned. He glanced in Shedd’s direction. Shedd was staring straight ahead at the television. The man looked like a zombie—barely even blinking. He snapped his fingers just to see if he would be able to get Shedd’s attention. But the man didn’t bite. He remained focused on that screen.
“Not much of a talker, are you?”
Shedd didn’t respond. Mav scoffed. There was a small part of him that believed that the two of them might have had more of an interaction before the handoff. He was keen to learn what Shedd had done to run afoul of the British. Wishful thinking on his part, no doubt. He placed his hands behind his head and sighed. Twenty-four hours from now, Shedd would no longer be his problem and he would be collecting his payment
