Chapter 199

Rohan jerked the sake back so sharply that alcohol sloshed onto the white linen tablecloth. I blotted it up, grateful for something that would keep my head down and not reveal how all the color had drained from my face.

"You know him?" Mahmud asked.

"Not personally," Rohan said. "Heard he died."

"Yeah. While we were still in Pakistan. Car crash outside L.A."

"Demons?" I asked.

"Don't think so."

Rohan was staring at his plate, his tuna sashimi untouched, his brow furrowed.

"Do you know if he was in Prague in early April?" I said.

"No idea." Mahmud's gaze flickered between us. "You want to tell me what's really going on?"

"Just trying to understand how it all went balls up," Ro said.

"Okay." Mahmud warred with a piece of ebi sushi, sighing as it fell apart on his plate.

"Nava?" Rohan's voice was pitched low for only me to hear.