Chapter 287

BEN KEPT HIS HEAD down and strode toward the cell phone repair shop at the end of the strip mall.

He had to find Carson Adair soon. She hadn't been to her office the whole week. He'd never caught her at her apartment though he thought he'd seen her car Tuesday. If he didn't get his hands on her to figure out what the FBI knew he was toast. Dead. Fucked.

The Syrian rebels were looking for him hard.

Then there was the Saudi prince who'd just gotten back from vacation and wanted an update. Before much longer he'd be after Ben's head.

The Cubans already had a hit out on him and raised the money twice.

Ben knew he was operating on limited time. Soon enough, someone would sell him out and then he'd be dead. There was no way to get the money back without Carson, and even then all he had was a prayer that it might work.