Chapter XV
“I THINK WE FOUND her,” Victor said. I’d just arrived at the club when he’d rushed to get me.
I moved, as if in slow motion, until I could see the image Victor had been looking at. I recognized the hoodie and the shape, her hourglass body, so perfect not even baggy clothes could conceal it properly. “Where is this?”
“Cairo airport, from a couple of weeks ago.”
“She alone?” I hunched over the desk, as if being physically closer would make the still image clearer.
“Not sure. Too many people on that flight.”
“Find me more photos of her.”
“Listen up,” Victor said, his booming voice reaching everyone on this level. “Drop whatever you’re doing. Check your emails, you’ll have a reference photo. Everyone switch to your allotted batch of Cairo airport footage and look for her.”
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