Chapter Eighteen
Sophia pulled the black combat pants over her jeans, part of the uniform they’d stripped from the bound soldiers in the SUV. She slipped the kneepads over them.
‘I’m guessing you had no clue I was in the back of that SUV,’ Nasira said.
Sophia could see Nasira relacing the paracord on her sneakers in the adjacent toilet cubicle.
‘I don’t have X-ray vision so no,’ Sophia said. ‘How did you end up in there?’
‘Long story,’ Nasira said. ‘Short version is I got lifted in Peru by Blue Berets and brought back here. They stowed me in that SUV.’ She paused. ‘I’m guessing you were the crazy b***h who crashed into us around that roundabout.’
‘It was a traffic circle,’ Sophia said. ‘And maybe.’
‘Yeah, I lost my handcuff key when you did that, thanks,’ Nasira said. ‘Next thing I
