CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
Naidoo held her cell phone in her left hand and sighed. Calling the Brits was just about the last thing she wanted to do, however, it was the only way she would ever get any answers. Neville Shedd. If ever there was an alias, that would be it. She opened her phone’s web browser and typed in the name. The only similar results that popped up belonged to a retired American basketball player by the name of Nevil Shed. Like the Shedd in her custody, this man was coloured.
She placed her head back against the headrest and sighed. The deeper she dove into uncovering Shedd’s identity, the more she realized just how much she didn’t know. If this man was as valuable to the British as their behavior indicated, then she would be able to write her ticket. The opportunity to join t
