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our government to investigate a suspected serial killer. We shall fully cooperate with you, as we expect your full cooperation as peacekeeping professionals.
    “I will not even begin to question you about this situation. It is too horrible to remain here much longer—especially after dark. I will ask you to accompany us to the police station where we can discuss what happened, and why you two are in my country.” Jabar squeezed Justice’s elbow, but made no effort to force him to follow.
    “Armed?” Justice clutched his rifle.
    Jabar released his light grip on Justice’s arm. His fingers slid over his chin. The ungroomed mustache rose at the corners of his slippery grin. “Yes, you may remain armed. It is dangerous out here after all.”
    Their Jeep was scavenged for everything except the windshield wipers. Justice kept an eye across the path on the truck they’d put Batya into. The rocky terrain, dust trails and nightfall made eye contact impossible. He sunk in the passenger’s seat and tried to conserve his energy—it’d be a long night. Chin tucked into his chest, he tried to overhear the conversation from the back seat. He couldn’t relax at what he’d heard—it was too hard to tell if they were legitimate or not.
    The building was small, typical for government outpost offices. Cinderblocks reinforced the traditional mud structure. The flat roof was held sturdy with a combination of wooden poles coated with a mud and straw mixture. Justice noticed the series of tall solid walls that served to protect the building and provide privacy. There wasn’t anything suspicious about the layout—but that wasn’t a good sign for Justice. It meant they’d soon be isolated and unreachable—as the police office was intended to be.
    Jabar’s tone shifted as his small feet hit the tile-covered patio area. Justice was crowded and kept away from Batya as they maneuvered through the courtyard’s covered sitting space. Sinister in his orders, Jabar yelled commands to his men. They shuffled their feet with a slump-shouldered resistance Justice recognized. He peered across the huddled groups for the leader. The real leader. He’d fallen back. That wasn’t a good sign.
    “Inside.” Jabar waved his pistol at Justice for him to enter the building.
    “Where is my counterpart?” Justice filled the small threshold’s opening.
    Jabar tried to push Justice, but neither budged. “I said inside.”
    “You’ve been a good host up to this point. No need to change the direction of this meeting,” Justice said in Dari. His gaze darted across the dim-lit courtyard searching for Batya.
    “American, I will not tell you again. Go inside,” Jabar drew back and slugged Justice in the gut with as much force as it appeared he could muster.
    Justice’s light body armor absorbed the blow, but he still felt a twinge where the vest stopped above his waistline.
    “That was a mistake, my friend.” Justice lunged for Jabar, but he scurried behind a line of his men. The smallish soldiers looked undernourished, but in a clump of about twenty, they made an unbreachable barrier.
    “Next time it’ll be your throat. Now go inside,” Jabar yelled.
    Justice pushed against the other men, but he felt a searing pain in his gut. He whipped his fingers below his bulletproof vest and wicked off moisture. He brushed it off on his pant leg—no need to look—he’d been stabbed.
    “Jabar, you coward. You’ll regret this.” Justice yelled out to Batya in Yiddish as he gripped his weapon to ready for the ultimate in close quarter combat.
    “ Goilem ,” Justice yelled out in hopes Batya heard him. Although the term meant a Frankenstein-type monster without the smarts to do the right things, it was the only term that came to Justice’s mind.
    “ Broche. Broche .” Justice heard from inside the building. It was weak, but unmistakably Batya’s voice. She was calling out to pray, pray.
    His heart sunk at the outnumbered odds and the stupid