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“They won’t come home until they have him.”

“You will tell me as soon as you hear anything?”

“As soon as I know he’s safe.”

Mira nodded. At least now she knew why Tyler was off grid. He didn’t want to be found. The boys weren’t even meant to be on the ground there.

“How’s Sam?” she asked. She had yet to speak to him

“He’s good. He was lucky, unlike you. He’ll be by to see you as soon as he can. As you can imagine, he’s a little busy right now.”

“I bet he’s pissed at Tyler. Pakistan is off limits.”

“He’s not happy, but he sent the team to go get him. Pulled in favors.”

“Damn. The man saves my life, and now he's saving Tyler’s. I’m going to owe him big time.”

“He saved your life with help from Tyler.”

“I remember.” Mira closed her eyes. “I could hear Tyler’s voice. Telling me to hang in there. Sophie explained exactly what Sam had to do.” She reopened her eyes. “Makes me shudder just thinking about it.”

“Tyler refused to let anyone else help. Whatever is going on with him, he loves you. Even if he doesn’t realize it yet.”

“I love him, Kelly. I don't care what he has going on. What he’s been through. I love him exactly as he is, and if he thinks I’m going to let him go, he is mistaken. I’m not giving him up without a fight.”

Chapter 18

Tyler had been in the lobby for two hours. He’d called Tanya, who had put him in touch with a bellboy willing to talk for money. The young man had explained even if he could get Tyler into the private elevator to the top floor, cameras were in every hallway, and Aziz had guards outside his suite at all times. It seemed there was no way Tyler could sneak in to take a look around any time soon.

Cameras he understood, but armed guards outside his door? Seemed a little much for a hotel owner. But for someone funding the Reborn terrorist organization, definitely not. He planned to go to the café tomorrow morning to see if anyone there could give him more information. Until then, he’d been watching, waiting and listening for any mention of Aziz. So far, there’d been nothing.

A boy running through the lobby got his attention. The boy froze at a female voice telling him to stop. He looked about nine or ten, wearing long pants and a simple white shirt. Modern, classic. Screamed wealth. The boy spun around. As he did, he caught a vase on a display table sending it crashing to the floor. People gasped and stepped back. The boy dropped to his knees to pick up the pieces. Tyler got out of his chair as the boy yelped, cutting himself on a fragment. Crouching beside him, he held out his hand.

“I’m a doctor, can I see?” he said in Urdu. That was one phrase he knew well.

The boy looked at him with frightened eyes. Eyes that somehow looked familiar.

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