Chapter 19: Thomas

SUNDAY, BEST INN, ERBIL, KURDISTAN.

THOMAS EYED HIS CARDS and then the pile of money sitting in the middle of the table. It wasn't much, mostly some coins and a few bills, but it was the biggest pot they'd had all morning.

"Come on, you guys aren't really going to let me take this?" Vaughn thumbed at the pot of money.

"You don't have shit," Nolan said without missing a beat.

"You don't know that." Vaughn grinned.

Thomas was ready to put a bullet in both men's skulls. Their constant banter grated on his nerves. They wouldn't stop talking, and yet they never said anything useful. Nothing at all about what they were doing to find Erin Lopez or what their next move was beyond lying low at the hotel.

For all he knew, the fifth team member had absconded with Erin and was out of the country already, which would mean they knew where Thomas' loyalty lay and what he'd been doing here all along.

He eased back in his chair, slouching a bit, as though he could fall under their rada