Chapter 38Miksa was sitting in the kitchen of a small rented house in Tustin, California. It was a small three-bedroom house about three miles from the John Wayne Airport. A team of eight had been renting houses and apartments in the area over the last three months. They all have been taking jobs and blending into the community while making preparations for the Grammy Awards. Miksa was sitting at a small table in the kitchen. He sat back and took a sip of wine. He was very worried; he hadn’t heard from Azhar for two days. Both Azhar’s and Mohamed’s phones went straight to voicemail. What has gone wrong?
There was a knock on the front door. Miksa got up and went to answer it. He opened the door and was taken aback; it was Anjum. Anjum was third to the supreme leader, and Miksa had only met
