Chapter TwelveGarret felt he did a passable job of explaining that his “good friend” was home sick and had sent him in the man’s place.
“Yes, poor Hukam,” the man’s wife was suddenly beside him.
Even with things happening so fast, Minnow had remembered that the woman was unhappy about the explosives delivery. And now here she was helping him.
“Something he ate,” she continued. “It must have come from Pakistan.”
In covering his surprise, he glanced away…and spotted his own HK416 in Liza’s hands where she peeked around the engine block. It was aimed at the back of the woman’s head and Hukam’s wife must know it. Okay, maybe she had a couple of reasons to be so cooperative.
Garret turned back and wondered how long the ruse might hold up. Not very long.
“Come. We must hurry. Unload so tha
