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The contact was expecting Amaar, not the rest of them. It stood to reason if they went in with numbers they would easily over-power whoever was there. But to be safe, Daar needed all hands on deck. That would leave no one in the van with Robin and her friend.
He should leave them here. That was the most obvious solution, and yet he didn’t want to let Robin out of his sight. Part of him had already decided that Robin was leaving with him. She was smart. He could explain the past. She would understand in time. He would make her see things his way and then it could be different.
The other reason was that he could not allow Robin or her friend to fall into enemy hands. Not the government or the chancellor’s or Maxwell’s. She might have betrayed him, but she was still family. The only person allowed to end her was Daar. And he wasn’t ready to do that yet.
“Bring them with us, but hold them in the back,” Daar said.
He saw the glances the men cast at each other, but it didn’t matter so long as they followed orders.
They parked the van, and the backdoor opened. The hired men unloaded then hauled both Robin and her friend out.
It was time.
Amaar stood and offered Daar a hand. Together they got out of the vehicle.
The street was devoid of traffic. Commerce in this corner was not doing well, which probably played into selecting this location for the meeting.
Neither the chancellor nor Daar would want eyes watching.
“Come. Let’s get this over with,” Daar said to Amaar.
They strode toward the building. Unsurprisingly, it was unlocked. The lights were on and the faint sound of music drifted toward them.
There were no cameras that Daar could see, but he assumed they were being watched. It was what he would do.
He stepped in front of Amaar, leading the way down the only hall into the interior of the building. It might be smarter to have the hired men lead, but this was not the appropriate time. Daar’s position was being challenged. He could not appear weak. Not now.
Who would they find?
There were a few men the chancellor might enlist for a job like this. Daar didn’t know any of them well, which was probably by design.
The music grew louder, some modern pop hit he couldn’t name.
Daar stepped through a doorway into a large interior room and slowed his pace.
Peter stood on the other side of the room, a gun in one hand and his phone in the other. Daar was aware of another man standing a little behind Peter and Saaina sitting in a desk chair, but Daar’s gaze remained on Peter.
For several moments the two men stared at one another.
Peter?
It didn’t click.
Was he being forced to be here?
That didn’t seem right.
Peter wasn’t the kind of man who took threats lightly.
Daar’s mind refused to believe Peter was working against him, but what other explanation was there.
“Peter?” Amaar took a step forward, speaking in English now. Peter never had picked up Arabic. “What the fuck is going on?”
“This isn’t what we discussed,” Peter said in a calm, even tone.
Amaar jabbed his finger at the other man. “Fuck that. Start talking.”
Daar held up his hand. “Amaar?”
