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That startled Harper.
“Zora knows things she can’t tell us. Ever. She’s working on a completely different field. You and I? We work here. Now.” Tucker’s finger jabbed down toward the ground as he spoke. “Zora? She’s seeing a global playing field. It’s hard to accept, but she really is doing what she deems best in the long run.”
“Yeah, well, sometimes you have to play the short game.” Harper shook his head. He’d thought of this before himself, but it didn’t excuse everything. “If the people you’re fighting for are dead, what are you really doing?”
His phone began to vibrate against his thigh. He pulled it out and frowned at Diha’s name on the screen. She probably wanted to talk him into coming back inside. He just didn’t feel like it, but he answered anyway. He couldn’t ignore Diha.
“Yeah?” Harper said.
Diha spoke over him. “The tracker is back online!”
Robin.
Friday. New York City, NY.
Daar braced his elbows on his knees as the van bumped along the street. Amaar sat in front of him, laptop balanced on his knees and fingers dancing over the keys.
“Anything?” Daar asked, speaking in Arabic. Without Peter there, there was no need to operate in English. In fact, it was better this way. The men Peter had hired to supplement their numbers couldn’t eavesdrop.
“I’ve gone back seven years. Nothing of note,” Amaar muttered.
Daar nodded.
There had to be a specific reason the chancellor’s representative in New York wanted to meet at this location. Amaar maintained he didn’t know who he was supposed to meet or anything beyond what he’d shown Daar.
Could he continue to rely on Amaar?
Daar’s gut said yes. Mostly.
“Any word from Peter?” Amaar asked without looking up.
Another cause for concern. “No.”
“Something must have happened.” Amaar shook his head. “Saaina had to have set this up. You know Peter is loyal, don’t you?”
Daar nodded. He’d lie to put Amaar’s mind at ease.
The truth was they could all betray him. He didn’t think Peter would, but neither had Daar suspected Saaina was in communication with the chancellor.
Daar’s gaze fell on Robin sitting at the back of the van on the floor. She had her head together with that friend of hers, no doubt scheming a way out.
That betrayal hurt, but he shouldn’t have been surprised. With how Cassim had ostracized his own daughter, what had they expected? Still, she should have some family loyalty regardless of what he’d done. Family should be everything.
And now family was nothing.
Daar had shaped his life around doing what was best for the family and now it was all gone.
He didn’t regret having shot Cassim. That was a weight Daar had labored under his whole life. But Robin? That stung.
“We’re almost there,” the driver said over his shoulder.
Amaar closed his laptop. The other men in the van shifted, but were otherwise ready for anything. Peter hired nothing but the best.
The van pulled into a small parking lot attached to an average-looking, beige office building.
“What’s the plan?” one of the hired men asked.
What was the plan?
