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Admission
Safe house.
“You’ve always been like a grandfather to me, Bill,” Jana said as they walked back inside. “And I know you still think of me as that kid, that green rookie agent. But I’m not a little girl anymore. You don’t have to protect me.”
Bill followed her movements.
“Two million dollars is a lot of money,” she added.
Bill’s voice was choppy. “Yes, it is. To a small terror cell, it’s a lifeline.”
“Tell me the truth. Karim Zahir wasn’t killed in the blast, was he?”
“DEA is combing the debris at the Rojas estate, looking for him.”
She rubbed her temples. “I can’t handle tracking down another terrorist.”
Bill looked at her from out of the corner of his eye. “Are you saying what I think you’re saying?”
“Bill,” Jana said as she gazed out into the bay. “All of this is o
