CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT
A call at five in the morning woke Steel from his recurring nightmare. Steel reached over to his bedside cabinet and answered the call.
‘Steel, where the hell are you?’ asked a panicked sounding Foster. Steel sat up and paused before answering. Trying to work out what he was going to say, tell Foster everything or just see what Foster had to say.
‘I’m in bed,’ Steel said.
‘How quickly can you get to the embassy?’ Foster asked.
‘Depends – what’s up?’ Steel answered with interest.
‘We….I’ve got a problem.’
Steel thought for a moment, was this for real or another trap? But then the original ambush was meant for Samara, not him. And as they had found out later, it hadn’t been Foster at the house, but the guy Steel had dragged out of the pool.
‘I’ll get there as soon
