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“Shit. Who did it?”
She shrugged. “It’s never been solved.”
That didn’t sound good. They couldn’t possibly be interested in a ten-year cold case. So that was a red herring, but clearly a detail Zora had thought important enough to mention. He filed it away for later.
“But it’s Daar you’re interested in, not Cassim, right?” he asked.
Zora’s steely gaze gave nothing away. “Correct. We have next to no idea what Daar did in those first few years. He’s gone to great lengths to give himself a good public image. He runs a charity that offers assistance to other Syrian refugees, helps relocate people to find work…”
“I get the feeling it’s all a front?”
Zora nodded. “We know he uses the charity as a front to move weapons, drugs, and other valuables around. The Turkish government was going after him for stolen artifacts, but their key witness wound up dead. Any refugee using Daar’s services is being extorted or worse. We know Daar is instrumental when it comes to moving people and goods around the Middle East. If we found out how that would be a boon, but not the focus. We want to know about who he works with. Who he answers to.”
“Okay, if it’s Daar we’re interested in, why Robin? Why not send me to him as a client?”
“Because Daar doesn’t like Americans, and she’s the easiest mark out of the four.”
“Four?”
“Cassim remarried. It was arranged by—do you want to guess?”
“Daar.” Harper would never claim to be anything other than a grunt, but even that connection sounded fishy to him.
Zora nodded. “Can you work with that?”
“Depends. Do you have a cover story for me? Logan isn’t going to like me vanishing.”
“Leave Logan to me.” She picked up the tablet and handed it to him. “You need to focus on her.”
Harper looked down at his mark.
Robin Suleiman.
Who was she? How was she connected to all of this? And just how was he going to get on her good side?
Chapter One
Twoweekslater.Tuesday.NOLA City Bark, New Orleans, LA.
How was it New Orleans and Washington could share a weather forecast?
Harper was tired of chilly and dreary, which was about all he’d gotten the last two weeks. To make matters worse, he’d been forced to actually get out in the weather. When this was done, he was going to his condo in the Keys, drink beer, and nothing else.
Two weeks and he only knew one thing about his target.
Robin Suleiman was a busy woman.
She was always on the move at all times of the day. It made surveilling her difficult. What was worse, he still hadn’t figured out how to get close to her since he’d arrived and begun watching her.
The initial report Zora had given him made Robin out to be some sort of partying socialite sorority girl. She was certainly on the go in style, which seemed like a socialite sorority thing to do. But that was where the assessment stopped being helpful. She hadn’t gone out once that he’d seen beyond grabbing a bottle of wine in a shop that she then took home.
That was a real missed opportunity, but he’d been busy trying to switch out batteries in his camera. A chance brush in a store would have been a nice enough meeting. But she’d been in and out so fast he hadn’t gotten the chance.
Damn it.
Zora was breathing down his neck already, wanting to know why he hadn’t made any moves on the woman.
Robin didn’t go to clubs or bars. The latest he’d seen her out was a dinner at a café, and that had looked to be a business meeting.
