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THE ROAD TO DEATH
Yasir Planking wood mill.
“We continue our mission, my young apprentice,” Waseem Jarrah said, while the barrel of the pistol still smoldered in his hand.
For the first time, Khalid saw a hint of remorse in Jarrah’s eyes. Not weakness, but more like a touch of regret muddled in a pool of avarice.
“Where is the body?”
“Farooq leaned forward so that his body would fall into the well.”
“Was it necessary? Killing him?”
The question was ignored.
“We are leaving this flatbed truck behind. It is too large for our purposes now. We have a second vehicle hidden in the storage shed around back. It’s a pickup truck. Bring it around. We’ll load the cargo.” Jarrah checked his watch. “We are on schedule. Our next destination is not far, but we cannot be late. Our buyers are n
