Chapter 10
A wad of roughly two million dinars jammed in his pocket should have made Kurt very rich, except that translated to a little under seventeen hundred US dollars. He sold the sniper rifle and the accompanying ammo to Alwazir, who had looked at Kurt sideways. Having one whole leg of his pants soaked in blood reinforced the concept of desperation. Only the fact Kurt had dealt with Alwazir before allowed him to get a marginally decent deal.
Kurt had paid one of the ever-present prostitutes at the same skanky hotel he had stayed in with Mike, to get him a room. No one but Mike knew exactly where they had stayed in Hawija before. That was his insurance policy. As long as Mike believed him about the betrayal, no one would find him unless Mike told them where.
Please, please let this
