Earlier that day:
Earlier that day:“No, I don’t have anything yet. It’s kind of hard to find something when you have no information to start with,” Jameel growled the next day as a greeting.
“I have a name for you,” Junayd said.
“Finally! Who did you have to murder?” Jameel growled.
“I said I have a name. I didn’t say it was her real one,” he dryly replied.
Silence greeted his response. “Well, I guess if you have a pseudo-name, it is better than nothing. Did your mystery lady give it to you?” Jameel finally asked.
“She did. She broke into the apartment,” he said, standing next to the window where he had enjoyed his unusual dinner the night before.
“What? How? Where was your security? Does Tarek know?”
Junayd grinned as his brother’s rambling shock. “Breathe, Jameel. She came in thr
