"Yes, I might be late so cancel my morning appointments." Shehzad ordered on the phone and hung up, his eyes staring straight on the road but I could easily read his expression—he was deep in his thoughts.
"Shehzad?" I breathed and reached for his hand. My touch caused him to come out of his trance and stare at me. "Hmm?" he raised a brow at me.
"Are you Okay?" I asked.
"Yeah . . . I'm just wondering what Sutherland found this time." He mused.
This time?
"What do you mean?" I asked in confusion. He sighed and scratched the back of his neck. "Almost a year ago when the Chairman was Attacked, I had sent him to Pakistan. You remember? He made the connection that maybe your family's accident wasn't an accident. Maybe it was homicide. So I sent him to Pakistan to do some investigating. Bu
