Chapter 176

ABIGAIL STARED AT THE bottom of the cargo plane. It was all over now.

She knew what would happen to her, and it wasn't going to be good.

Swinging through that town had been a mistake. She'd been there once, a long time ago. But clearly not long enough for people to forget. The Mossad agents had been lying in wait for her. From the snippets of conversation she'd caught, they'd set up a half-dozen points in an attempt to capture them.

And they'd succeeded.

Because she'd been lazy.

Luke was strapped into a seat, handcuffed to the armrests some fifteen feet ahead of her. She felt his gaze slide back to her every now and then. He hadn't spoken a word. Not a single sentence. But he didn't have to.

By now, the Mossad network would have traced her history. At least the last six months, while she'd been setting up Abigail. Luke's life would be an open book to them.