CHAPTER THIRTY THREE
Reid sat in the backseat of the Jeep as Aiya slowly ran the electric clippers over his scalp, plugged into the auxiliary port in the center console, while Maria drove. He hadn’t had it cut in several weeks; thick clumps of dark hair fell liberally to the car’s floor as they headed for the rendezvous point the traffickers had given them.
Strange, he thought as he watched the loose hair fall past his shoulders. He couldn’t help but think of it as potential evidence—not unlike the strands his own daughter had tugged from her head and left behind for forensics to find.
I’m coming, Maya. Nothing and no one is going to stop me now.
“Okay,” Aiya murmured as she brushed hair from the back of his neck. “I think that is good.”
Reid ran a hand over his shorn scalp, cut down
