CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
The Master handed the receiver back to the boy. Gingerly the boy placed it onto the cradle of the telephone. He had just received a phone call that made him happy. Things were finally moving forward.
The Master’s men on the island had reported that the cop and Samara were in the house of a man called Kane. They had seen the cop arrive. The man called Kane had driven him. They knew Samara was there because the blue Mini was parked a couple of places away. Close enough to get to in an emergency, far away enough to keep someone guessing which house she was in.
So far, the Master’s men had been blessed with good fortune, despite their incompetence at the old barracks. Their orders were clear, grab the woman and bring her to Aamir. Unfortunately, they had underestimated h
