Chapter 13: Riley

Riley tossed the phone on the bed and let go of Erin. He undid the Velcro holding his vest on and shed it, grateful for the cool air. Erin turned away from him and paced toward the tinted, floor to ceiling windows, worry following her like a shadow. The borrowed dress swirled around her feet, making her seem to float.

He crossed the room to stand next to her, staring out over a park in the heart of Erbil.

"We're going to figure this out," he said.

"How?" She glanced at him. "Whoever these people are, they're organized. They have equipment and tools. What did I do to piss them off? If this was directly related to NexGen, wouldn't there have been something else? An attack on them? Other employees?"

"Zain will find out."

"You think?"

"I know." Riley snorted. "I'm glad he's on our team because that bastard can uncover shadows under a rock. If there's something to find, he'll have it for us. Just give him time."

"How'd you get into this line of work?" Erin nodded, but the weig