“Anderson Coldhouse is on the move,” Raja said, his voice coming through clearly over the phone. “He’s heading back to Jawahir.”
“I’m heading there tonight,” Idella replied.
“Alone?”
His tense voice told her that he knew she had been with Tarek. The media didn’t waste time.
“What better way to keep an eye on the situation than from the inside?” she replied in a light tone.
“I’ll stay on Colin and Bronislav,” he said. “Does Tarek know about you?”
“No,” she replied in a barely audible voice.
If Harlem were alive and knew of the situation, he would have put a bullet between Tarek’s eyes and told her the problem was solved. But she was free of Harlem now. No more chains.
She still didn’t want Tarek to know, though. Not yet. Perhaps not ever.
There was a pause on Raja’s end. “You’ll kn
