She’d circled the block as many times as she dared over the last hour, and had spotted two men lounging on either side of the building, obviously guarding it. The address belonged to a modest two-story home ringed by a perimeter wall, and her heart had sunk on her second pass – there was no way to carry out a frontal assault that wouldn’t be a suicide run. On the south side was a tenement, its windows overlooking the home like gaping eyes, and on the north some sort of shabby offices. The best bet she could see was the property that backed against the home, but when she’d circled the block, two large dogs had sent up a barked alarm. A man had come out to shush them and eyed Maya suspiciously, and she decided that wasn’t an option – for all she knew, the imam had confederates in the dwellings adjacent to the safe house. She paused at the corner, unwilling to expose herself any further. The guards looked lazy and sloppy, but even so, they’d notice the same woman going by three times.
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