Chapter 174

WHERE THE HELL WAS SHE?

He paced yet another hotel room booked under yet another name.

She was gone.

Omar had had Yael in his hand. He could have squeezed the life out of her, and the stupid idiot had let her get away.

"Mr. Ahmadi?" The voice was muted.

He approached the door, drawing his gun.

"Who is it?" He stuck close to the wall.

Yael might have recognized him. He'd been so focused on the bombs; he hadn't been able to watch her.

"Room service."

"Leave it. I just got out of the shower."

He listened to the movements on the other side of the door, the clank of dishes, and counted to thirty.

How long until Mossad got wind of her? The moment they did, it would be wheels up, boots on the ground, find her or else. And then things would get really tricky, because she thought he was dead, and Mossad knew he was alive.

Why couldn't she just die already?

It would make his job so much easier.