Page 87 of Nothing Without You
I’d never seen Osama anxious before. He was always chill, keeping it together. Which is why it was fucking easy to rely on him.
If something fucked him over, it was damn serious.
“I had a little extra time on my hands this morning. I ran a new code through the server, and something came up.”
He turned his phone around.
The black screen filled with random numbers and letters. I didn’t know much about hacking programs and shit, but I’d recognize this coding anywhere.
Hasan spoke over my haze of shock. “Is that?—”
“It’s Daniel.”
Why the fuck was my father’s codes on the encryption?
Osama turned the screen back to himself and worked his fingers quickly before showing me it again.
There in a red dot was a location.
Eda’s location.
She was here in New York.
“When did she come back?”
“That’s the thing,” he released a strangled sigh. “She never left.”
Which meant my father never went to Bali. He was with Eda, here in New York. “Why the fuck is my dad helping her?”
“We can’t make any assumptions,” Hasan squeezed my shoulder, but it didn’t help.
“The fuck we can’t.” With my back turned, I walked a few steps away from them with my hands clasped behind my head. “My father’s beenhelpingher.”
“I guess the congratulations can wait.”
Rowlen stood, leaning against the stonewall of the church. “Don’t suppose this would be the right time to tell you what I found out either?”
With crossed arms and barely restrained anger, “What’d you find out?”
The look on his face told me I should forget about it tonight. Then why the fuck would they bring it up?
“Where’s my brother?” Umaima’s voice echoed through the speakers. “And where’s the ugly dude number two?”
Osama muttered under his breath and looked at Hasan then back at me. “Before she bulldozes right into this conversation, we’ll leave.” He turned to Rowlen. “Tell him whatever it is, otherwise, he’ll continue having a tantrum.”
“Fuck off,” I gave him the middle finger, but he didn’t return one.
The mood didn’t call for it.
Life never wanted me to get a fucking break.
It was my wedding day, yet my wife was alone—stuck with a dick and I was here—stuck.
“You sure you’re ready to hear it?”
My silence was an answer.
“We found some old files at another precinct that had to do with my case. Legally, I’m not supposed to tell you this information. But I thought you should know.”
