WE WAITED FOR JASMINE in a crowded food court. A neutral location, close enough to the car we’d rented so we could make a run for it if she ratted us out to her brother. Plenty public so she wouldn’t worry we’d take her hostage and use her as a pawn.
But the flaw in my plan became apparent as people whirled around us. A quarter of them were the right age and gender to be Jasmine...and I didn’t know her well enough to recognize her in a crowd.
Tank, to my dismay, didn’t recall meeting her. Of course not—she’d been a limpet stuck to my side during the few hours he’d been in residence. Tank and I, in contrast, had been kept far apart by our minders. I was about to suggest we give up when a voice rose above the clatter of plastic food trays.
“Athena.”
I turned to the woman whose face was u
