SATURDAY. ERBIL, KURDISTAN.
MARK TOSSED HIS HELMET down into the floor board. Hours of driving aimlessly were doing nothing but burning fuel. He needed a solution. The b***h couldn't have vanished. People didn't teleport. She was in Erbil somewhere and he'd find her.
He glanced at the time.
It could be worth trying again.
He pulled into a parking lot and scrolled back down through his contacts. Over the years he'd cultivated favors from a lot of people for a variety of reasons. Even if it was to just have someone in his debt. Out here, a favor could go a long way at the right moment.
Kurdistan was different from the world surrounding it. It was heavily guarded, and the military took even the most routine check-point sweep seriously. Which meant there was a real-time record of when peo
