Chapter 129: Hani, Carla

Sunday. The Spice Way, Beirut, Lebanon.

HANI PEERED THROUGH the darkened windows of Farez's old shop. The landlord had shut the place down if the old man was to be believed. Right about now Hani needed a break.

He'd gone to check on his friends. Of the three who'd joined him on the kidnapping job, one was dead and the other two had gone to visit family. He didn't have to guess who was behind that. There were only two options.

Their boss.

Or the man in the suit.

Hani was willing to bet their boss was behind this. Promising a quick payday with no proof or results hadn't been enough to gain them a reprieve. The suit guy had been forthright with Hani.

The only reason he was still alive was because the suits had their own targets. Ashton Khoury and the other Americans. If Hani was going to keep his head, he had to stay close to Farez.

"What are you doing here young man?"

Hani turned toward the elderly woman. She had a bulging bag in hand and stood on the sidewalk peering