“The other man shot him.”
“Yes.” I heard the shot once again and squeezed my eyes shut as the pain washed over me.
“I think this man, he’s done this before.”
Her choice of words had me pull in my chin and stare at her. I nodded. “Why do you think that?”
“I’ve seen that look in other men before.” At least she saw it, too. I glanced at Ahmad, and he held my eye. I knew I had made the right decision to come back.
“A few times, I think. Although not proven.” I shifted, uneasy with the entire conversation. “I came here to find something that I could take home and use against him. He needs to pay for his crime, for all his crimes.”
She reached for a sweet-looking cookie, and I watched her separate it on her plate as she thought.
“I’ve seen many bad men in my lifetime, Beckett. Did you kno
