With one shaking hand, she pointed forward, through the windshield. “What is that?”
He had been watching the sidewalk rather than the road, and so she had seen the item in question first. Sitting in the middle of the pavement was a white oblong object. Was that…?
Fatima was already fumbling with her door handle. Before he could finish the thought, she was out of the car, leaving the Mercedes idling as she hurried forward. Malik undid his seatbelt and climbed out as well, cursing the way he had to hunch over to extricate himself from the low-slung vehicle. Weren’t Germans supposed to be tall?
His sister already had the object in her hand as he approached. With a sinking sensation somewhere in his midsection, he realized what it was.
A white running shoe.
Tears glittered in her dark eye
