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misunderstanding.”
    â€œIt was self-defense.” My heart was pounding in my chest. I couldn’t even tell if I was bluffing anymore, or if it was the truth.
    â€œYou had just killed two other men. Was that self-defense, too?”
    â€œI didn’t kill two men.”
    â€œYour friends did.” The agent—was he CIA, FBI maybe?—stood up from his chair and paced the room. I had no idea how he had tied me to anything in California. The papers from the Brotherhood of the Snake were on the table—no one had even run prints, and now theman’s fingerprints were on them as well.
    I didn’t know what to say to him. All I knew was that I had to get out of there, fast. The team was counting on me. Kat was counting on me. We didn’t have much time.
    She was probably already gone. I’d been in the hotel far too long. She couldn’t just be waiting in the park, like I’d left her. John had been there. The two of them might have written me off as captured, a lost cause. John had shown his true colors. He was ruthless. He didn’t care about any of us.
    Kat wouldn’t abandon me. And she knew I wouldn’t abandon her. She had to know that something had stopped me from getting back to her. She’d wait.
    No, Kat needed to get to a hospital. Would someone still be waiting for me? The fire department was likely gone. It was up to the Munich police to worry about Raakel’s body, and they were so busy with the Olympics that they might not come for hours. John said we would all be meeting at the park, but they would have had to leave without me. They couldn’t wait this long.
    â€œThe cop,” I said, thinking fast, “had just shot my friend in the chest.”
    â€œYour friend was shot in the chest while you were robbing a store at gunpoint. You face charges of grand larceny, assault with a deadly weapon, and murder, and that doesn’t begin to address what you’re doing here in Germany.”
    He was the only agent there—alone and stupid. Maybe he was just from the US Consulate. He clearly had no idea who he was dealing with. He thought I was just a run-of-the-mill terrorist. But I wasn’t. I was Zero line. What we were doing was so much bigger than one California sheriff’s life. So much bigger than an FBI or CIA agent. So much bigger than me. He was wasting my time, and time was the one thing we needed on our side.
    â€œListen,” I said. “Can I use the bathroom?” I’d scanned the place for anything I could use to escape. It was no prison—it was just a hotel. Someone had slept in the bed last night. It wasn’t made. “We’ve beensitting in here for hours.”
    He stared at me through narrowed eyes. “I’ll let you get up when you’re finished answering my questions.” He leaned forward, trying to intimidate me. “Why are you in Munich? What’s your plan here?”
    â€œI want a lawyer.”
    â€œWe’re not in the United States,” he said. “Different rules.”
    â€œDifferent rules?” I said, nervously laughing a little bit. “You’re an American; I’m an American. The Constitution guarantees my rights.”
    â€œHere’s the passenger manifest from your flight out of Reno. I’m going to read through the names, and you’re going to tell me who else is in your group.”
    â€œSeriously?” I said, and laughed. “I thought you already had all the answers. You obviously have no idea what is going on. No idea.”
    While the agent talked, I leaned back in my chair. The armrest wasn’t moving enough. The joint was loose, but the back of the chair hit the wall, and I wasn’t able to squeeze the handcuff out through the gap. I gripped the armrest, trying to guess its weight.
    He sat again, his chair scooted all the way in to the table. “I know you’re not here alone. Who else from the plane is working