Chapter 46

The dust of the Al-Buraq City parking lot swirled around Tariq Mansour as he stood over his tattered electric bike. He gripped the handlebars, turning the key repeatedly, but the motor only let out a pathetic, dying click. The engine refused to turn over. He looked at the sun-baked asphalt, then back at the machine that had been his primary mode of transport during his years of humiliation. A sleek car slowed to a crawl beside him. The window rolled down, revealing Layla Al-Farsi's face. She...