Chapter 15
No Turning Back
Kinza felt like she was in heaven. The smell of fresh-brewed coffee wafted around the interior of the truck. Haris had forced Zaid to stop at a gas station to grab breakfast before they headed back to his house. He went in as he was the only one who wasn’t a wanted suspect in a murder investigation, but all thoughts of dead bodies left Kinza’s mind when he came back out with three coffees and a stack of steaming breakfast sandwiches.
“Did you buy all of them?” she asked around a mouthful of egg and biscuit that tasted vaguely of cardboard. She ate three.
Haris shrugged in the backseat. “Zaid said he was buying.”
“No,” Zaid said. “You took my card and left.” He sipped one of the coffees but didn’t touch the sandwiches. The light of morning was just reaching o
