Chapter 18: Mark, Riley

SATURDAY. ERBIL, KURDISTAN.

MARK TOSSED HIS HELMET down into the floor board. Hours of driving aimlessly were doing nothing but burning fuel. He needed a solution. The bitch couldn't have vanished. People didn't teleport. She was in Erbil somewhere and he'd find her.

He glanced at the time.

It could be worth trying again.

He pulled into a parking lot and scrolled back down through his contacts. Over the years he'd cultivated favors from a lot of people for a variety of reasons. Even if it was to just have someone in his debt. Out here, a favor could go a long way at the right moment.

Kurdistan was different from the world surrounding it. It was heavily guarded, and the military took even the most routine check-point sweep seriously. Which meant there was a real-time record of when people crossed the city and where they were going. Getting access to that data was near impossible. Without the right connection.

Mark pressed dial once more and listened to the phone ring.

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