CHAPTER TWENTY TWO
Daniel cursed. To his surprise, his Egyptian SIM card worked in Ethiopia, but only enough to receive messages. When he tried to send one, he got some notification in Arabic. He didn’t need to be able to read the language to know what it said.
“You are out of credit.”
And he really, really needed to reply to this message.
It was, of course, from Veronica. He had a few other messages from friends and some message from his Neighborhood Watch association. He didn’t bother even opening those.
“Daniel,
“What’s going on? Your last message was strange. You’re on some case? PLEASE be careful. You’ve been hurt before. Remember that nutcase who stabbed you?”
Daniel grimaced. Yes, he remembered. A serial killer he cornered in a dive bar in Wyoming. The guy jabbed him in the s
