CHAPTER TWENTY FOUR
Talia ducked and covered as Reid threw himself to the floor. He rolled over, quickly surveying the clustering of the shots, and fired three times through the door.
From the other side, someone groaned painfully.
He nodded to Talia from his position on the floor. She swallowed, reached for the knob, and threw it open.
Beyond the door was a tiny bathroom. Seated on the toilet was another insurgent. His gun was on the floor and one hand was over his neck as blood spouted from a wound.
Most curious of all was the silver case open on his lap.
Reid scrambled to his feet and snatched up the case, ignoring the man that would be bleeding out in seconds. He dropped it onto a table and examined it. The exterior appeared to be a silver stainless-steel briefcase, but the insid
