Chapter 445: Thursday. Dauran Safe House, Ulaanbaatar, Mongolia.

PASLEY SAT ON THE narrow bed. He could hear Igney and the others going back and forth still. Pasley had excused himself from that conversation when it was clear Igney intended to talk in circles, only becoming angrier each time.

They'd followed orders and hadn't shot the woman.

Then they'd followed orders again by tracking the targets as best they could.

No one could reason with Igney in this mood. The man was going to blindly argue about why he should have killed the woman before trouble started.

Pasley would never say it, but he was glad she'd survived. There was too much blood on their hands already.

He tapped the screen of the phone the handlers had given him.

So much information.

His personal phone sitting in the locker back across the border wasn't anything like this. Oh, he had browsers and the functionality to join the state approved social media sites, but nothing like this device.

The world was open to him.

He glanced at the door before turning to his side so he coul