4 Sarah’s captor identified himself by his callsign, Al Siyad — The Hunter. With victory on the horizon, Syrian intelligence and special forces units had carte blanch to weed out remnants of the rebellion. Al Siyad leaned close.
“Your husband is dead, and you do not seem sorry for it,” he said. His words were uttered unhurriedly.
“He was a monster!” she hissed, managing to draw on her residual anger at Sadaat.
“I have heard. Did you know he acquired chemical weapons?” Al Siyad’s pale brown eyes held Sarah spellbound as he peered into her soul, sniffing for lies.
“No.”
“And where is Aslan Terzi?”
This time she flinched under his lie-detector gaze. Her eyes flicked about the spartan holding cell. “You know Terzi was captured by the Syrian army.” Dust motes swirled in sunbeams admitt
