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Three days later Chris found a slip of paper on his pillow. It lay so close to his nose that it should have tickled.
It was an address and a name. A name that had him sitting up sharply and not bothering to wonder how the paper had arrived there without him waking. Abdullah bin Hazar wasn’t at the top of their target list, but he wasn’t at the bottom either.
Chris snapped his fingers and the rest of the team came awake. Maxwell had been on guard, in between predictable trips to the shitter. Somehow he too had missed the delivery of the slip of paper. Because, Chris knew, no one but him saw Azadah, now a fixture in their midst.
She had been so stealthy that she hadn’t disturbed his sleep, which made him uncomfortable. He preferred the idea that she was already a familiar presence in h
