Chapter 38

Tariq stood in the center of the living room, his clothes still damp from the rain, and looked directly at Hala Ghazi and Rana Sharif. He gestured toward the stacks of cash he had just produced. "My good daughters," Tariq said, a faint, mocking smile playing on his lips. "Can you address me as your father now?" Hala's face twisted with a mixture of shock and immediate suspicion. She stepped away from the table, her eyes narrowing as she looked from the money to Tariq's disheveled appearance....