Chapter 12: Riley

SATURDAY. AEGIS GROUP SAFE HOUSE, ERBIL, KURDISTAN.

"GRANT? GRANT, TALK TO me." Riley turned, always heading north and west, away from the safe house.

"What's going on?" Erin sucked down oxygen.

"I don't know." He wanted to turn back. To help his team. But his job was keeping Erin safe. The only reason someone might have attacked them was for her. Going back would mean endangering everyone.

Riley pulled his phone out of his pocket and jabbed at the screen. The Bluetooth chirruped, signaling it was connected.

"Call Zain," he snapped.

"Cameras are still down," Zain said after no more than half a ring.

"Someone just hit the safe house. I made it out with Erin, but I don't know about the others." Riley tightened his grip on the wheel.

Erin came first.

"On it. How many?" Zain's tone changed, his words clipped.

"I saw four," Erin said.

"Thugs? Military? What?"