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  3. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
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SORRY FOR DELAY. KID CAUGHT WHAT’S GOING AROUND. SOOOOOO SICK. WHAT DO YOU NEED?

The relief he felt was mixed with a touch of shame. Why had his mind gone so quickly to betrayal? Claudia was the woman he slept next to. The woman he finally might have a future with. It was still hazy, but he could almost make out the day he walked Anna down the aisle. Him limping through the rows of guests, gray haired, beat to hell, and clad in an overpriced tuxedo. Claudia nearby, rounded out with another twenty pounds, laugh lines marking her once flawless skin.

Was that the source of his suspicion? Was that fuzzy image more terrifying to him than dragging Bashir Isa across the roof with a Saudi spec ops team a few steps behind?

AN EXIT, he typed.

INJURIES?

NONE.

FROM WHERE?

CAN YOU FIND ME FROM THIS CONNECTION?

IMPOSSIBLE.

He hated the idea of sending his location over the Internet, but with no other choice, he typed it in.

GOT IT. SAFE PLACE?

FOR NOW. BUT A LOT OF CAMERAS AND THE CLOCK IS TICKING.

40

IT had been seven hours since Rapp’s last contact with Claudia but that wasn’t unexpected. Arranging an exit from Saudi Arabia without the help or knowledge of the Agency was no small task. In fact, the more he thought about it, the more it seemed like too much to expect.

On the positive side, the sun was overhead and from his position at the window he couldn’t see any activity that might hint at an operation mounting against him. Not exactly conclusive, but better than watching a bunch of black-clad men swarming the building.

Isa was still lying on the floor with his eyes closed, but Rapp doubted he was sleeping. More likely waiting. For what, neither of them yet knew.

The laptop finally pinged, and he knelt in front of it.

A GREEN RANGE ROVER WILL BE OUT FRONT AT 17:43. DRIVER SAYS THAT TIME JUST AFTER SUNSET IS WORST FOR THE CAMERAS.

TRUSTWORTHY?

THE FIRST MAN YOU MEET HAS ALWAYS BEEN RELIABLE BUT IS DANGEROUS. IF YOU GET A BAD FEELING FROM HIM, KILL HIM IMMEDIATELY. I DON’T THINK YOU WILL, THOUGH. I’M PAYING TEN TIMES THE GOING RATE AND TOLD HIM THE MAN HE’S TRANSPORTING MAKES MY LATE HUSBAND SEEM EASYGOING. HE UNDERSTANDS HIS POSITION. THE SECOND MAN IS EQUALLY COMPETENT AND VERY TRUSTWORTHY. PLEASE DO NOT KILL HIM UNLESS ABSOLUTELY NECESSARY.

NO LINKS TO LOCAL INTELLIGENCE?

NONE. DRUGS. SMUGGLING, EXTORTION, KIDNAPPING, MURDER FOR HIRE, ETC. NO FRIEND OF THE GOVERNMENT.

THANK YOU.

BE CAREFUL.

Rapp gave Isa a kick and he opened his eyes.

“Forty-three minutes after five. There’ll be a car out front.”

“Then what?”

“And then we get out of the country.”