TommasoI stepped through the door, and the bartender shut it behind me. I swallowed. “Mr. Saad?”A lamp flickered on, a weak halogen bulb that spilled light over the middle of the desk. I blinked in the sudden glare. The man’s brown wrist caught the light, bearing a glittering Rolex I recognized from their latest line, before he shook a shirtsleeve over it and folded his hands on top of a high-end laptop.“Ahmed, please, Mr. Conti.”I exhaled quietly. I knew that reedy voice, that thick accent. Ahmed had a flair for the dramatic, apparently. My heart pounded. If I’d found him, I’d find Paige before long.“Do you have the money?” he asked.I set my bag on his desk, tilted it toward me, and unzipped it. Ahmed was a middleman-of-all-trades, a guide to the Egyptian underworld for anyone able to pay the right price. For a simple tour of the area, I would’ve had to pay fifty thousand American dollars, but I couldn’t wait that long. I had let Paige suffer for long enough.I pulled out the c
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