Chapter 38

The heat of the afternoon sun beat down on the concrete of Al-Afaq Amusement Park, but Farah Ghazi felt a different kind of pressure as Tariq stood before her. She lowered her head, her eyes darting toward her silent friends, but the usual arrogance in her posture had wilted into a defensive slouch. "Tell me exactly where you saw her last," Tariq's voice was a low vibration, the kind that preceded a storm. Farah shifted her weight, her voice stuttering as she tried to reclaim her typical...