Chapter 182

ABIGAIL KEPT HER HEAD up and spine straight. The hours since that morning were a blur; the Jeep ride, getting in the trucks, a hop over the border into Egypt on a cargo plane, a mad dash out of Cairo. Her best guess was that they were now in Marsa Matruh, a seaport on the north of Egypt, right where she shouldn't be. There were plenty who'd want her dead, especially since word of her miraculous revival would be getting out.

She was still on the fence about whether or not being rescued by Luke's brothers in arms was a good thing-or very bad. Who'd given them the tip? Told them where to look? There was no reason, no logic, to put them in that part of remote Israel without some sort of assistance. Someone pointing the way.

Her gut said that Baron had let them go.

But, why?

So he could issue a kill order on an escaped terrorist?

To keep Luke's blood off his hands?

Because the person behind everything wanted to make her disappear permanently?