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“The others are courting him. They think I don’t know, but I do. What did you find?”
“You indicated I should do some digging. I took the liberty of contacting your asset, Saaina Suleiman?”
Hugo turned toward Schroeder. “What?”
He held up his hands. “She said she has leverage on Daar.”
“What kind of leverage?”
“A laptop. Cassim Suleiman had her open a safety deposit box at a bank in New York City and stored it there, because he believes his brother killed his first wife.”
That was old news, except Hugo had not been aware there was proof. “Get the laptop.
Marc inclined his head. “I will see that it is done.”
It was disappointing to think that Daar would betray what they’d built just like all the rest. But Hugo didn’t need them. Not like they needed him. He just had to remind them all who held the power here.
Tuesday. Miami International Airport, Miami, FL.
What Daar needed most was time away from his brother. He didn’t think Cassim had even paused to catch his breath while on the flight, just unending chatter.
Why did Daar continue to do these trips? Wouldn’t they both prefer it if they stopped this charade?
Then again, if Daar didn’t pay sufficient attention to his brother, Cassim was likely to act out. Daar wouldn’t put it past him to even use the laptop.
“Coming, Uncle?”
“Hm?” He turned toward Robin to find that Harper had already gathered their bags onto a cart.
What a relief.
“Yes, right behind you,” Daar said.
At least Harper could be a buffer between them all. Cassim was much better behaved with a third party present. Though Daar was beginning to suspect that Harper actually understood some of Cassim’s snide comments. It was the way Harper’s face tightened.
Why would Harper hide it if he knew Arabic?
Daar didn’t have a good answer to that.
He pulled out his phone and powered on the device. It would take time to load all of their things and get Cassim, Saaina, and the damn dogs loaded up. Daar hoped that Robin and Harper would forgive him for not helping.
Daar’s phone powered on and proceeded to beep and chime.
He frowned and examined the notifications closer. There were too many for there to not be something amiss.
Before he could assess, a phone call came in.
A rather suspicious phone call.
He stared at the name.
Obviously the name was a code. He couldn’t exactly put Maxwell Edward’s name down. There was no reason why their worlds would have collided were it not for the council.
Maxwell was illegitimate royalty.
Daar was the child of refugees.
Their circles shouldn’t mix under normal circumstances.
