“They just want you to give him a little room to maneuver.”

“And what if he uses that room to kill Elizabeth Halton?”

Carter led the way back to the conference room. As they passed through the doorway, Gabriel looked up at the wall clock. Three minutes remained until the next deadline. Lars Mortensen was drumming his fingers anxiously against the tabletop.

“What are you going to do if he doesn’t call?”

“He’ll call,” Gabriel said.

“How can you be sure?”

It was Ibrahim who answered for him. “Because of Jihan,” he said, fingers still working his prayer beads. “He’ll call because he doesn’t want his wife and son to suffer the same fate as Jihan.”

Mortensen, perplexed by the response, looked to Carter for an explanation. Carter raised his hand in a gesture that said he would explain the reference at a more appropriate time. Gabriel resumed his pacing. Two minutes later, the telephone rang again. He snatched up the receiver and brought it quickly to his ear.

“Ishaq,” he said with an artificial brightness. “I’m glad you called. I assume we have a deal?”

“We do, as long as you agree to my one condition.”

“You’re not in much of a position to make demands, Ishaq.”

“Neither are you.”

“What’s your condition?”

“I’ll give her to my father, but no one else.”

“That’s not necessary, Ishaq. Just stop the car and leave Elizabeth by the side of the road—somewhere safe and dry, somewhere out of harm’s way—then drive away. It doesn’t need to be any more complicated than that.”

“I need proof my father is still in Europe.” A pause. “I need proof he’s still alive.”

“Your father is a founding member of the Sword of Allah, Ishaq. Your father isn’t going to go anywhere near my girl.”

“My father is an innocent man. And unless he’s there, you don’t get your girl.”

Gabriel looked at Carter, who nodded his head.

“All right, Ishaq, you win. We’ll do it your way. Just tell me where you want to do it.”

“Are you in Denmark?”

“I told you, Ishaq—it doesn’t matter where I am.”

“It matters to me.”

“Yes, Ishaq. I’m in Denmark. Let’s just do it here, shall we? It’s a small country, lots of open spaces, and the Danish police are willing to let you be on your way after you release Elizabeth.”

“I need a guarantee of safe passage over the border. No checkpoints. No roadblocks. If a policeman so much as looks at me twice, the woman is dead. Do you understand?”

“I understand. We’ll tell the local authorities to stand down. No one is going to bother you. Just tell me how you want to do it.”

“I’ll call you tomorrow and tell you what to do.”

“Tomorrow? That’s not good enough, Ishaq.”