Chapter 134: Carla, Hani

Sunday. Empty Storefront, Beirut, Lebanon.

CARLA TUGGED AT the sweater and shifted in her seat. When they'd agreed to this meeting, they hadn't considered where it would take place. Now she wished she'd done more than a momentary search.

Most of the buildings they past were dark. The storefronts were covered in paper. Not many pedestrians came or went. The few cars they passed were older model and beaten up. Desperation hung in the air like a rancid odor. Of course these people hated Ashton what with the way the news reported his involvement in the oil deals.

The hired care eased to a stop.

"Is this it?" she asked.

"I believe so." Ashton leaned forward and began speaking with the driver in Arabic.