“Does your father still know about this place?” he demanded. “That you still own it?” Zahra’s face blanched, her pupils dilating. One hand flew to her throat. “I…maybe. I don’t know.” That was all he needed to hear. “Get your stuff. We’re leaving.” She hesitated only a fraction of a second before hurrying toward her bedroom. Sean muttered a curse and ran his hand through his hair. According to Alex, by the time the FBI was alerted about the prison visit and someone had translated the recorded conversation between Ibrahim Gill and Amir, this new threat to Zahra had materialized a few hours ago. They’d talked about a woman, and Amir was desperate to find her. Even with the last part of the recording unintelligible, Sean and Alex were both concerned that Ibrahim might have given Amir the cabin’s location. Sean was going to move Zahra immediately and head out of state to another safe house. This time they were going dark, as soon as he informed Alex of their final location.
