I was uneasy for the rest of the ride back to Damascus, and by the way that Beattie was fidgeting in her seat, I could tell she was, too. The people who understood the situation more deeply than we did were worried, which meant we needed to be as well. The problem was I didn’t know quite what to worry about, so I worried about everything.
But when we got to the hotel, I forced myself to think positively. We had just bought a very rare codex for less than the maximum we were allowed to pay, and we had not been shot at, kidn*pped, or in grave danger, at least that we knew of. I was going to take that as a win.
“I’m going to the bar,” I said when we entered the lobby. “It’s time to celebrate.”
Boone kissed me on the cheek and said, “Agreed. My treat.”
I wasn’t a heavy drinker, but on a da
