“Is it always this humid on the island?” Natasha said.
“Yes, my dear!” Mani said.
The radio blared.
“We are under attack!” said the man on the radio.
“From what?” Mani said.
“Assassins are in the plane . . . Aargh!” the guard said before the radio cut out.
Mani hit the brakes hard enough to make Natasha hit the dash. Mani pulled his sidearm and pointed at Natasha’s head.
“What’s going on?” Natasha asked, looking alarmed.
“You are a fraud, and your people on the plane ambushed my men,” Mani said.
Natasha turned to face Mani.
“What are you talking about?” Natasha said in the most convincing tone she could muster.
Moving as fast as a viper, Dahlia pressed the cold steel of her serrated blade against Mani’s throat.
Mani raised his hands, and then pulled the g*n back. Dahlia moved t
