Chapter 170

Luke stood there in shock as the officer addressed Abigail.

"Abigail, you set that bomb to go off, didn't you?" The officer pulled a broken hair dryer from her bag and set it on the counter.

There was no mistaking the C4 packed inside for anything except what it was.

Ethan stared at the hair dryer, and then Abigail.

No. No, that couldn't be right.

She was being set up.

That had to be it.

Or this was an op gone wrong. She had to be CIA. It made sense in ways other explanations hadn't. Yeah, he'd begun the line of questions as a joke, but in reality she was just too good to be a common bodyguard. So what was she? A government spy sent to eliminate a threat to national security?

He'd believe it.

What she'd said about the Smiths rang true. The little they'd dug up was not good.

"You have already been identified as a Mossad spy. Israel will not save you. I will find out who you are." The officer in charge nodded at his subordinates. "Take her."