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“Not yet. Doing it now.” Nomad moved from one man to the next, snapping photos—front, left and right. And took their fingerprints for good measure. “I think I’m done walking up and down these dunes,” he said. “Let’s ride the camels. And, so these guys can’t catch up once they’ve recovered, we’ll take all of them with us.”

“Catch up to Simone, get her pack, get back to the ATV, fill up with gas—”

“And let the camels go,” Nomad finished. “Someone will find them.”

“Now that sounds like a winning strategy.” Red looked over at Green as he started to rouse. Brown was still out cold. “Is he still alive?”

Chapter Forty-One

Red

“Where are you two right now?” Black asked over the speakerphone.

“We rented a car to drive to Rabat,” Nomad said as he slowed for a turn. “So we can catch our flight.”

“I have updates.”

Red leaned forward against her seatbelt. “You sound like you sunk your teeth into something juicy.”

“I can tell you broad strokes of your successes this week,” Black said. “First, about Moussa’s death. I am sorry for your loss.”

Red swallowed and audibly sniffed air into her lungs before she could say, “Thank you.”

“But his death is heroic. He saved thousands of lives. Possibly tens of thousands of lives.”

Tension formed around Red’s eye sockets as she held her lids open and unblinking. “What have you found?”

“From the various sources of information, we got a list of the terrorists that are on American soil. We have their safe houses and their targets. The FBI is staging a simultaneous raid of each location. No other information offered.”

“Good.” Red and Nomad said together.

“I can confirm that the men who took you and Elena at the ball were indeed members of the treasure-hunting team. The hit in Munich was well-planned and executed, but Elena et al didn’t wipe out the entire team for whatever reason. Only those present would be killed. The hole in that plan? Dangerous, capable team members who would seek the ring, the moneyfrom the bounty, and vengeance. Those four are in the wind. The CIA has no interest in pursuing them. They are not associated with terror or crimes against America. If the Moroccan government wants to figure out the murders outside of the Palais Royale, they will have received an anonymous intelligence report with the details that we have that are unassociated with the ring.”

“Okay.” Red sat back in her chair and popped her seat belt over her chest. “There were two other terrorist targets. Did you figure them out?”

“One was planned for a concert this fall. The organizer, the host city, and the head of state received that information. They were planning to use explosives that they obtained in Algeria and bring them across the Mediterranean. No money, so that one might peter out anyway. But plenty of eyes on the situation. The last one was nick of time and is planned for outside of Moscow.”

Red said, “Elena had daddy issues.”

“Yes, aggressively angry daddy issues,” Black agreed. “And daddy owns a sports park where there is to be a soccer match.”

“When?” Nomad asked.

“Today.”

“Wait.” Red’s brows flew up to her brow. “Today?”

“Elena’s mom’s birthday. They planned a Trojan horse attack and have had tangoes on site for months.”

“But the government knows,” Red pressed. “We have a duty to warn.”

“They were warned with plenty of time. We were able to give them not only the detailed plans but also the names, addresses, and even the phone numbers of the men who planned to execute the directives.”

“So safe?”

“Safe,” Grey confirmed. “I’m heading into a meeting. Let me know when you land.”

“Will do. Thanks, Black.”

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