The ripped throat, blood pool, and stench left no doubt the man was dead. He wasn’t surprised that he’d found Diriyi—Harardheere was spread out, but still easily covered on foot by a man fit enough to run at a steady pace. And Diriyi hadn’t been popular. The few people that had seen his tricked-out SUV pass were only too happy to share that information with Ahmed. That same SUV on the side of the road led Ahmed to the shed.He was surprised, however, to find Diriyi dead and the woman missing, and that complicated things. Known now as a man of shifting loyalties, his alter ego, Gaal, was undoubtedly unpopular with the various pirate gangs that called Harardheere home. He’d no doubt that the same people so eager to point out Diriyi would be equally happy to point him out to anyone interested. His best option was to rescue the woman and call for extraction. There were two problems with that, of course—he couldn’t find the woman and he had no means to call anyone. Ahmed held the Glock in his right hand and began to search Diriyi’s pockets with his left.
