Chapter Thirty
The intruder had inch-long copper hair that Sophia instantly recognized. Partly swathed in shadow, she entered the bathroom and leveled a SIG Sauer P229 at Sophia.
Sophia, sitting on the lip of the bathtub in near-darkness, had her own pistol in hand. ‘I was beginning to think you weren’t going to make it.’
The intruder stiffened slightly. ‘I know you.’
Sophia smiled. She had been waiting patiently for over two hours in this tiny Moroccan apartment. The intruder’s target, a wafer-thin male college student with a shaved head, lay bound and sedated in the bathtub beside her, wide electrical tape spread over his mouth.
‘Children three that nestle near, eager eye and willing ear, pleased a simple tale to hear,’ Sophia said.
Something behind the intruder’s eyes shifted, cli
