She dialed that familiar number again. "Zayed, kill him. You have to kill him for me. I'll give you all the money in my offshore accounts—all of it. Just help me kill him."
Zayed stood on the rooftop, his expression grave. "Madam, it's not that I don't want to do it now—it's that I have no opening. And my wrist is injured. If this attempt fails, my identity will be exposed. Wait a little longer. Be patient, just a little longer."
Lana Rose closed her eyes in anguish. "But I can't wait another moment. If you can't do it, I'll find someone else."
"Madam, you've just been reunited with your daughter. Why take such a risk? Give me a little more time. Please trust me—I will kill him for you."
"Fine. I'll give you a few more days. But he must die before he's discharged."
Lana Rose hung up a
