Breadcrumbs

Tommaso

A couple of nights later, I sat at a small airport in the suburbs in the van Paige kept at the Haven. I was with Stan and a member of Killian’s syndicate, Salim, who spoke Arabic. Lyle had swept in as the broker of the deal to send the women to Egypt, getting all the details and promising to have the specific girls the buyer had already picked out. I knew from that that at least one of their team spoke English, but I brought Salim because I couldn’t risk this deal falling through for anything. And I didn’t want nuances of private Arabic conversations slipping by me. I grinned. Mostafa had no idea what was about to hit him.

A black luxury sedan pulled up and just sat there. I rolled my eyes.

“Go make introductions,” I said to Stan. I’d taken a look at the bodies, and he looked the most like the guy I suspected was the leader of the ring at the Devil’s Playground. “Figure out whether they’ve heard anything, then give us the signal.”

Stan nodded and climbed out of the van with th