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Getting those answers would undoubtedly mean some sort of trade. Cassim would want something for this show of loyalty. Daar might not have given a damn last year, but now? With so many things up in the air? He couldn’t risk it. He had to play Cassim’s game.
Daar’s phone began to vibrate against his thigh. He pulled it out, surprised to see Peter’s moniker. Normally Daar’s people waited for him to reach out.
This couldn’t be good.
“Yes?” Daar said by way of a greeting.
“Bad time?” Peter asked.
“No.”
“Robin left the hotel earlier in a cab. We weren’t prepared to follow her and keep eyes on the place, so I stayed put.”
Daar nodded though Peter couldn’t see him. Both Peter and Amaan had arrived a few hours prior to Daar and were staying in a nearby villa. It had seemed like overkill until this morning.
“Never mind Robin.” She was the least of his worries. “Was there anything else?”
“Yes, that’s not why I called. I spoke with one of Maxwell’s men like you suggested. We know who the chancellor’s rep is that’s heading to New York.”
“We need a man on the ground—”
“Already on it. I’ve got two men I trust already waiting for the chancellor’s rep.”
Daar nodded. “Good. We know who it is?”
“Yeah. Which is why I can’t go do this myself.”
He still didn’t know what to make of the intel that the chancellor was turning on him. This could be Maxwell playing them all against one another. And it could be the chancellor melting down. Either way, it left Daar with his back against the wall and no idea what the right move was.
Tuesday. Pearl Palace Luxury Resort, Miami, FL.
It was past sunset when Robin tiptoed through the grass. The only person who had missed her presence thus far was Harper. Neither Dad nor Uncle Daar had checked in with her. They must not be the least bit concerned about earlier, which only served to heighten her anxiety.
She knew Harper was going to have questions. She’d told him she was headed out to grab headache medicine, but that was before lunch. It was past sunset now. Jessica had sent a few texts on her behalf, claiming a massage and pampering. None of which should have taken this much time, but Robin had needed every moment of it for Jessica to talk her into staying the course.
Maybe Robin was a chicken, but she wanted to live her life. Mom would never want her to die trying to figure out the past.
Robin peered around the corner toward the pool, but the patio was dark.
She pulled her keycard out of her purse and crept toward the door that led into the sunroom off her wing of the villa. She found the sensor by touch then held the keycard up to it. A light flashed green twice then beeped before the lock disengaged. She winced and pulled the door open. There was no avoiding some sound.
She stepped into the house, quickly pulling the door closed behind her.
The sunroom was completely in shadow. The tinted windows made it darker, but she could still pick out the furniture and see that there was nothing in her way.
Robin took one step.
No alarm.
She didn’t hit anything.
All she had to do was make it through the doorway then it was through her door on the left. She’d be in bed.
Her foot squished into something familiar.
“No,” she whispered as the unmistakable scent of dog poop wafted up. “Ug, no. Shit.”
She didn’t dare move.
