“Your little brother believed in honour too, until I gutted him like Christmas dinner.”

Rachel fought against the cramping in her ankles by alternately removing the pressure from them and letting it pull at her elevated wrists instead. She was furious with herself for not trying harder to keep Sergei’s attention on her, furious with him for leaving her

More“Your little brother believed in honour too, until I gutted him like Christmas dinner.”

“If you truly believe Allah redeems, what difference will one more make?”

Aleksandr Tsarnaev glared at Nasrin from the passenger’s seat, gagged with gauze bandages, and bound to the seat. He still appeared woozy from the blow to the head she’d given him. He growled something through the gag, chewing uselessly to try and separate the gauze

More“If you truly believe Allah redeems, what difference will one more make?”

“There aren’t much in the way of options for you right now. I could shoot you, and get your hand on the scanner before your pulse dries up. If that doesn’t work I can wait for the next shift, and your body will provide a token of encouragement.”

Vikram took his time with the meal they brought him, puzzling over the source of the fresh arugula salad and the grated carrot that adorned it. The raw pecans were even more baffling, and he could tell by their texture they hadn’t been frozen or

More“There aren’t much in the way of options for you right now. I could shoot you, and get your hand on the scanner before your pulse dries up. If that doesn’t work I can wait for the next shift, and your body will provide a token of encouragement.”

“You’re right. I don’t really give a fuck. I’m here about the girl.”

Of the establishments in which he had stakes, Renoir Karzai most preferred the Cafe Perdu. It was a misnomer, since it had never served coffee, but the atmosphere was almost pleasant by end-of-the-world standards. It occupied a waterfront corner in the Market District, commanding a

More“You’re right. I don’t really give a fuck. I’m here about the girl.”