Chapter 37

Tariq's phone vibrated with a violence that matched the sudden chill in his chest. He answered it to the sound of Farah Ghazi's frantic, jagged sobbing. "Tariq... Layla is gone. She's missing!" The gallery, the crowd, and the humiliation of Jawad Al-Hashemi vanished. The air in the room seemed to thin until Tariq could barely draw a breath. "Where are you?" Tariq shouted, his voice cracking like a whip over the murmurs of the elite guests. "Farah, where are you right now?" "We were...