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“Shut up, Cassim,” Daar muttered.
“Don’t tell me to shut up.” Cassim pushed up off the bed and scowled at Daar. “You just kidnapped my daughter after dragging us here. I will not be quiet. Leave the past in the past.”
Daar closed his eyes for a brief moment. “Why did you have to screw this all up?”
“Me?” Cassim gasped.
Daar bent closer to Robin, ignoring his brother. “You were my one hope. My one damn hope for this family and now you’ve fucked it all up. Why couldn’t you leave well enough alone? Why are you so much like your mother?”
“Here now, what are you saying?” Cassim growled, no doubt taking offense to Daar’s words.
Daar pushed to his feet and locked his gaze on Cassim. It was time to be done with the act and move on. “Where is the laptop?”
Cassim blinked at Daar. “What?”
“The laptop. The laptop you hid in a New York City safety deposit box under Saaina’s name? Hm? I know about it. Where is it?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Cassim claimed. “I will not be spoken to like this. Daar, you will put that gun down now or I’ll make you regret it. I’ve had enough of this nonsense. Don’t forget that I am in command here.”
Daar lifted the gun and shot. The first bullet was therapeutic. With one little squeeze he released himself from a lifetime of responsibility and grief. The second one was selfish, because he wanted Cassim to gone. Daar needed to be free of that weight.
Cassim pitched backward, sitting on the nightstand before slumping sideways.
Shrill screams rent the air as the two girls clutched each other.
“Peter? Restrain Saaina. If Cassim didn’t know what became of the laptop that means she does. Amaar, start the van if you will? We’ll be leaving.”
For too long Daar had lived according to the will of others and all it had gotten him was grief. Today that stopped, and he lived for himself.
Chapter Eighteen
Thursday.MiamiInternationalAirport,Miami, FL.
Robin sat on the floor in the small plane. The white man with Uncle Daar had tied her ankles to Jessica’s, making it impossible for either of them to move. Robin’s insides were numb.
Dad was dead.
She would have thought she might feel more than she did. Mostly she was in shock. Uncle Daar had doted on Dad, and now Dad was dead.
Why?
Uncle Daar hadn’t admitted to killing Mom. What if he was innocent? What if Robin had set these events in motion with misplaced fear?
“Inside,” a man snapped.
Jessica reached over and squeezed Robin’s ankle. They’d both agreed to keep quiet, though how much good that might do them was beyond Robin. If Uncle Daar wanted to shoot them, he’d do it. She knew that despite what he’d said in the motel, she was less than human to her uncle.
Saaina stumbled getting into the small, private plane.
Robin watched the woman warily. There was no way to tell what side of this she was truly on since Uncle Daar had kept her alive.
“Sit,” the white man barked at her.
Saaina glanced around nervously before scooting down the aisle. She kept peering toward the front and back of the small plane, but there wasn’t anyone else.
Whatever she was looking for, she didn’t find it. Instead she stepped past them into the small galley and got two bottles of water.
Robin swallowed. Her mouth was so dry it ached.
