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him. They’d agreed to testify against him to spare their lives after the Americans had captured them in a massive raid in New York State a few months ago.
    Mahmoud had said they knew where one of the other women was too. All witnesses’ days were numbered now, just as the whore’s were. Ayman and the others were all acting on direct orders from Qureshi himself, funneled through his network from the high security prison he was in, and his instructions were clear. Kill the people who would dare to testify against him in the upcoming trial, and free him at any cost.
    Ayman was skilled with weapons, but he needed help on this one.
    He got up and grabbed his thrift store leather jacket on the way out the door. His feet ached after a ten-hour shift at the restaurant but he had to begin hunting and he couldn’t do it alone. He’d go to Darwish for assistance and have Jaleel use his hacking skills to find out where the whore was staying in the city.
    That American bitch had been married to the traitor who had cost Qureshi everything. He was long dead of course, ironically killed by his own at the end, in a friendly fire incident during the botched rescue attempt five years ago.
    His widow was unfortunately still alive, but not for long. She would pay dearly for daring to speak against Ayman’s hero.

 
     
     
Chapter Three
     
     
    Nate entered the hotel lobby and strode straight for the stairs, unwilling to lose even the few seconds it would cost him to wait for the elevator. He held his phone to his ear as he jogged up the first flight, anxious to get an answer. Even still, he was somewhat surprised when Celida Morales, the FBI investigator engaged to Tuck, answered after only one ring.
    “I’m kind of in the middle of something here, Schroder,” she told him, her voice dry.
    “I’m on my way up,” he said without preamble.
    A surprised pause filled the line. “Did DeLuca assign you to her?”
    “No.” Not officially, anyway. “But he assigned Cruz and Vance. They’re on their way over.”
    “Okay. I’ll tell security you guys are coming.”
    She disconnected without asking anything else and he was glad, because he didn’t know how to explain himself without sounding crazy. Being here probably wasn’t the best idea, but right now he didn’t give a shit about protocol.
    When the story about the shooting at the airport had broken, he’d been on the treadmill at the gym. The details coming in had been sketchy and he wouldn’t have thought much of the incident except Taya’s flight had been due in shortly before the incident had taken place. He knew exactly what time her plane had touched down, because he’d checked online.
    Immediately he’d shut down the machine and called DeLuca. Within fifteen minutes his CO had called him back with the response he’d been dreading—Taya had been targeted. She was unhurt at least, and that’s the only thing that kept him sane as he raced up to the seventh floor.
    Outside her room, two agents wearing FBI windbreakers stood flanking the door. One of them called out to him, hand resting on the weapon holstered at his hip. “Show me your ID.”
    Nate slowed his pace a little and held out his open wallet, showing his badge and ID. “Special Agent Nate Schroder. Agent Morales is expecting me.”
    The guy who had called out to him gestured for him to approach. When he got a good look at the ID, he nodded. “Go ahead.” He stepped aside while Nate moved in front of the door and knocked twice.
    Inside he could hear faint voices and his heart thudded hard against his ribs as he waited. Taya was in there. The first time he’d ever seen her was that morning long ago at dawn, when he and the rest of the quick reaction force had rendezvoused with Hassan, the man they’d been tasked to go in and rescue from hostile forces. They’d been told he might have his wife in tow, but nothing else.
    Nate would never forget his shock when he’d seen her frail form struggling toward