Page 21 of Oh, Hell No

I sat up straighter, crossing my legs and clasping my hands together in my lap. “He was going to take me to Morocco. But he had to cancel the plans. He had been there earlier this year and loved it. He wanted me to go see it.”

The spark of interest in his eyes did not make me feel better about this. When this led them on a wild goose chase, they weren’t going to be happy with me.

“Where in Morocco?” he asked me.

Ah crap. Perry had told me, but I didn’t know much about Morocco—actually, I knew nothing about it.

I shook my head. “I can’t remember.”

“Think harder. You want this bedroom for a night, then you’ll remember.”

The threat in his tone made me anxious. I had to tell him where if I was going to sleep in here tonight.

“Can you like, maybe, list some cities in Morocco? I will remember it if I hear it.”

He narrowed his eyes at me. “If you’re lying to me, you’ll regret it.”

I shook my head. “I’m not. I just honestly can’t remember the name of the place. I never considered going to Morocco. It was his idea. It has a weird name. I just need my memory jogged.”

He continued to stare at me for a moment, as if he was tryingto decide to believe me or not. I wanted to plead my case some more, but I waited.

“Casablanca,” he said.

I scrunched my nose. “That’s where Casablanca is?” I asked, not realizing that it was in Morocco, although it had been since high school when I watched that movie.

His expressions became more severe.

Jeesh. Temper much?

“Tangier,” he said tightly.

I shook my head. That wasn’t it either.

“It starts with anM, I think.” Actually, I was almost positive.

“Marrakesh.”

I nodded before he got the full word out. “That’s the one! Marrakesh. He knew someone in his software world who had a house there.”

As soon as that came out of my mouth, I stopped. Understanding dropping on me like a five-gallon bucket of ice water. Samson—it could have been Samson’s house.

I blinked as horror clinched me. Had I just sent them to kill my brother?

Oz jerked his phone out of his pocket with a determined gleam in his eyes. I was right. He was thinking it too.

“I doubt he went there,” I blurted, trying to think of anything to save Perry. “He wouldn’t go to a tourist city if he was hiding.” Although I wasn’t positive if that was a tourist city or not.

Oz leveled me with his gaze. “You really don’t know much about Morocco, do you?”

I was an idiot. What had I done?

I shook my head.

“Morocco is one of the countries that does not have an extradition treaty with the US.”

What was an extradition treaty?

“I don’t know what that means.”

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