Chapter 41

Tariq Al-Khoury's eyes snapped open. He was lying on the cold, polished floor of his office, the ceiling lights humming with a low, rhythmic drone above him. He pushed himself up, rubbing his temples as the memories of the encounter with Fadi Nasser surged back. The pill. That strange, unknown substance Fadi had forced upon him years ago—Fadi must have been cheated. The supposed effects that were meant to linger had dissolved, leaving Tariq's mind sharper than it had been in years. Two years...