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Omar’s bodies. Shot to death. Omar had been stabbed too. Their wallets and the sat phone were gone. No guns, no knife. And no sign of Marissa. I mean, not a trace.”
    “Oh, Wahid. How awful. But I’m confused. If Marissa’s and the terrorists’ guns were still at the hideout, who fired the shots?”
    “Yeah, exactly. We don’t know.”
    “Were they attacked and robbed?”
    “Possibly. Judging by the displaced dirt on the concrete floor, it looked like there’d been a struggle. But I doubt if we could get prints of any kind. And nothing explains how Marissa disappeared or if there’s any connection to Husaam’s call.”
    “Did you look for her?”
    He rammed his fingers through his hair. “Hell, yes. We searched for hours. But we had to be careful that we didn’t arouse suspicion. My partner and I or another team will go back shortly to continue the search.”
    “You guys have any ideas?”
    “Not ones we want to think about.” Wahid grimaced as he answered.
    “Like the sex-trafficking the drug cartels dabble in?”
    “Yeah, like that. Samir and Omar may have chased Marissa out of the house and into that building where they stumbled on a drug gang. The bastards could’ve grabbed Marissa after shooting Samir and Omar. Then the assholes just disappeared with our agent. Shit, Jamila, we fucked up. We lost her.”
    “Hey, have faith. Marissa’s a great agent. She’s dealt with a lot of really bad dudes. She can take care of herself,” Jamila said, trying to ease his conscience, but sounding none too confident herself.
    He hesitated. “Yeah, I know, but I gotta tell ya, I’m really relieved they sent you to Washington to do the interrogating and brought her out here to go undercover.”
    “Wahid!”
    “I know it’s selfish, but you’re the one I love, Jamila. And if you were missing, I’d be out of my mind right now.”
    “I love you too.”
    He sighed heavily. “So that’s the crappy news from my end of the op. How are things at your end?”
    “Not good but better than that. The real Baheera Abbas isn’t giving up anything. We can’t get a word out of her. She’s one tough terrorist bitch.”
    “Well, shit.”
    “Yeah, it’s beyond frustrating. But we may be wearing her down. She looks and acts like she’s getting sick or something. Rawlings may authorize a doctor’s visit if she gets any worse.”
    Wahid snorted with frustration. “Of course. We’re so damn civilized we won’t even let our lady terrorist suffer with a cold.”

Chapter 7
    T he first man to reach the back room of the Tijuana hideout screamed when he saw the assault rifle aimed at him.
    “D-Do not sh-shoot!” he sputtered in Arabic. “B-Baheera, it is me, F-Fateen. We were afraid something was wrong so we…we came to…to help.”
    Three other cell members crowded around him, their eyes wide as they gaped at her. She surmised their non-aggressive behavior and lack of weapons meant they didn’t know she was an imposter. She hid the relief flowing through her, easing her anxiety.
    “Why did you not come sooner?” Marissa demanded, lowering the gun. “Alone, I would have been no match for the drug gang.”
    “Alone? Where are Samir and Omar?” Masoud asked, stepping around Fateen and frantically surveying the room.
    She laid the gun on the floor and pressed her palms against her temples. “I do not know. They never returned.” She slumped onto the chair, grinning behind the veil.
    “Returned from where?” Masoud’s rising tone reflected the mounting distress evident on every man’s face. After another sweep of the room, he approached and squatted in front of her. “Are you all right, Baheera?”
    “Only by Allah’s will, I am. It has been a terrible night.”
    “Wh-what happened?”
    The others encircled her, their faces strained with confusion and uneasiness.
    “First, I will tell you of Samir and Omar.” She sniffled, and her shoulders shook. “We arrived later than usual last night because Samir