He’s no tourist.” Wulf’s voice was steady, his tone as rational as if they were discussing the probabilities of medical outcomes, but it wasn’t enough to convince her to abduct a man. “It feels like we’re committing the crime.” She couldn’t ignore her roiling stomach. “I don’t understand what—or why—” “Fine.” He threw his hands in the air. “My team’s investigating Afghan heroin shipments. Black and Swan is moving the junk in empty cargo containers. Before flying to Rome, I tracked a load to a ship in Karachi that’s due next week in Albania.” His eyes didn’t break contact with hers. “We think the smugglers killed a warrant officer who discovered an earlier cargo.” “Then this is absolutely a police matter. We have to—” “You think the army wants this publicized? That army resources, even inadvertently, are smuggling drugs? A soldier here or there with a duffel bag of hash, that’s one thing, but tons of heroin sent around the world on cargo ships courtesy of American taxpayers?”
