Chapter 25: Mark, Riley

"GOD DAMN IT." MARK hurled his phone out the window.

They couldn't get to her now.

If it weren't for that damn box or those men or the SUV or any number of things that were going wrong-this would be over with. Now, Erin Lopez and the rest were in custody. He wouldn't be able to get to them unless they were charged, and he doubted that. NexGen wanted her out of the way, somewhere she couldn't stir the pot, which meant she was bound for America.

"Sir?"

"What?" Mark whirled toward the man.

"No one has seen or heard from Thomas, so I checked with our local law enforcement contact, and it appears he was arrested at Erin Lopez's home."

Mark closed his eyes.

Another fucking thing going wrong.

Should he cut his losses?

He could cut his ties with America, wash his hands of the Middle East and go somewhere else. Couldn't he? Not if the video got leaked. The list of places he could go to hide out for the rest of his miserable life would be short if the American government wanted