Chapter 36: Erin

MONDAY. TRANS-ATLANTIC FLIGHT.

ERIN TOOK HER LAPTOP from Riley and set it up on the tiny tray table in front of her. Her ears kept trying to pop without success as the massive air bus reached cruising altitude.

"Anything I can do?" he asked.

"No. Everything we salvaged was digital."

"You want me to go through it? You could watch a movie."

"Thanks, but I should do this. I mean, what if there's confidential information or details about a new site? We don't know what we're looking for."

"If Mark was involved..."

Erin swallowed. The possible connection to Mark had her nervous. There wasn't anyone else who operated in Erbil with the kind of equipment or manpower that had issue with her. Before, when she'd thought this was a personal attack against her, she'd understood what was going on, even if the how didn't make sense. With Mark factored in it was obvious he'd put her kidnappers up to the job.

But why?

She had no idea.

But she had eleven hours to figure it out.

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