Bikaner, India
Day Three
Rey left his previous assignment as soon as he’d gotten word that the India hit had occurred in the middle of a camel parade. At first, he thought it a strange place for a kill, but the chaos had worked to the assassin’s advantage. At least until Jane took the guy out.
He met her in the parking lot of a tired motel in an urban section of Bikaner not far from the walled old city.
She stepped out of her car, her petite frame short and slight, her muscles taut. A vaguely Asian mask covered the features he’d found so intriguing in their short video call. The air between them instantly felt electric.
Jane held a keycard in the air. “Found it when searching the assassin’s body.”
The card had a fortress logo, representing a chain of low-end motels called The Castle
