Haatim echoed after Frieda closed the connection. “Should I be concerned?” “Only if you enjoy living,” Abigail answered. “I only get that tone from her when she’s really pissed off. What did you do? How did you get them to give me more time?” “You can stop this, right?” he asked. Abigail stared at Haatim. “You called your father.” “We had a nice chat.” “That was stupid, Haatim,” Abigail replied. “Not if you can stop this,” he said. “Then it’ll be worth it. These people don’t deserve to die.” Abigail picked up her duffel bag and started walking down the street. It was quiet and empty, which even for a town this small it felt unnatural. She walked toward a couple of cars that were parked in front of a coffee shop. “What do we do now?” “You,”
