Chapter 95: Samuel, Nolan

Saturday. Safe House, Washington, DC.

SAMUEL STARED OUT THE window toward the airport. Dawn was just coloring the horizon a dismal gray.

It was almost twenty-four hours since they'd failed to capture the Krieger family. Samuel's contacts had run into a wall. No one knew where they were. It was as if the family had vanished.

Karuki's face reflected back in the glass.

"What?" Samuel snapped. "Do you want me to say you were right? That we should go home and hope this dies?"

"That's not an option," Karuki said.

Samuel turned to face the man. "Why?"

"Police showed up at the office today. They wanted to ask you questions about your brother's death. It would appear it's not wrapped up."

"Fucking hell." Samuel dragged his hand over his face.

If he could go back and tell his old self to wait sixty seconds to pull that gun, Ito might be dead anyway and none of this would be Samuel's problem. Instead, here he was chasing his tail.

Now he had no choice but to tie up the loos