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Bravo.
He had to hand it to her. She was doing an excellent job.
Yeah, it fucking sucked to find out a secret like this, but it just went to show that they were on the right trail.
What if they recruited Robin? Would Zora go for that? Harper doubted that was a decision Samuel could make.
Zora had mentioned that Robin’s mother’s death was suspicious. How did an old laptop tie Daar to a fifteen-year-old murder? What other details weren’t they aware of? And just how much did Robin know about everything?
Friday. New Orleans, LA.
Daar glanced at his phone.
Why was Amaan calling him?
Daar glanced at the driver then over his shoulder at his brother. Cassim was close to passing out in the back seat, but that was to be expected. If he wasn’t driving, he was more than likely sleeping.
It was far too quiet to answer the phone, so he rejected the call and brought his texts, but Amaan had already beaten him to the punch. A message popped up: flight manifest compromised.
What did that mean?
He pocketed the phone without replying. Amaan would have to explain further at a later time. The man was a self-starter, so he was no doubt already moving into action.
What about the flight manifests?
He glanced at his brother from the corner of his eye.
Cassim believed that Daar had come by way of Paris, and while that was partially correct it wasn’t entirely accurate. He’d stopped in Paris on his way to meet with the chancellor.
Was Cassim making a move? Or was this someone else?
With Skilton either captured or in the wind, there was no telling. Not yet at least. First, they’d need to find out who was asking questions and there was no one better suited for the job than Amaan.
Daar settled back in his seat and stared straight ahead.
This would all be handled. Quietly. He just had to stay the course.
Friday. Suleiman Household, New Orleans, LA.
Robin turned from the windows looking out over the patio. “They’re long gone. I’m headed upstairs.”
“Put me on speaker!”
She sighed but deep down felt better about having Jessica listening should anything go wrong.
“Fine,” Robin said as she climbed the stairs.
“Did they take the dogs?”
“They’re in the garage. Saaina’s summer project was converting half of it to a dog hotel. Dad was tired of coming home to poop on the carpet, so that was their compromise.”
Jessica snorted. “That’s a compromise? Making a doggie daycare? I mean, I come from money, but that’s a whole other level of rich.”
Robin cringed. She never knew how to respond to situations like these.
Mom had believed in raising her to be as down to earth as possible. Robin had been taught from an early age to do for herself and be self-sufficient. She’d never gotten lavish parties or tons of gifts. In many ways, she’d felt like a normal kid.
Boarding school had changed that some. She knew it had cost a small fortune to send her away like that, but she’d never fit in with the other girls. She’d never grown comfortable with their brand of entitlement. It wasn’t until college when Robin got to manage her own finances and express herself that she’d settled into being the person she’d always wanted to be. And yes, maybe she took some pride in that most of her sorority sisters had no idea how wealthy she or her family were.
