Chapter 44

Tariq pulled his phone from his pocket, his thumb hovering over the screen for a fraction of a second before he tapped the contact. The call connected instantly, as if the man on the other end had been sitting in a silent room, waiting for the device to vibrate. "Fahd Abbas, what are your instructions?" The voice was low, laced with a reverence that bordered on the fanatical. Tariq's gaze didn't flicker toward the man standing across from him. He kept his eyes on the dusty floor of the...