22I realized Janusz was the new arrival. Stefan and Janusz. Working together.
I’d chosen wrong. I’d had the gun. I’d given it away.
Janusz barked out something in guttural Polish.
Stefan answered, long sentences of narrative including the words Abu Nidal.
Janusz interrupted. Staccato phrases, lots of negatives.
Stefan spoke to me. “You’ve been arrested?”
“No—” I began.
He cut me off. “Janusz believes you’re no longer of value to us. He wants to sell you to Abu Nidal. They’ll pay well for Nazer’s killer.”
My eyes flicked down the stairs. The body was in my way. But a leap, a scramble, I could do it. I could get off this deck.
Hinges squeaked. A rectangle of light fell onto the deck. Bella stood framed in the open doorway, backlit. Her face was in darkness. “Casey?” she called.
Jan
