She might have walked out on him, but she was in his town. He was, at heart, an optimist, and he believed—he knew—that within hours or days they would be together again. Ragged, perhaps, a little scarred, but together.By ten that evening, through a call to a contact in Egyptian security, he learned that she had checked into the Semiramis InterContinental, just around the corner from the embassy. While his first impulse was to follow her there, crash through her door, and smother her, he knew that she needed space. Once her anger had passed she would come around, for who else did she have in Cairo? He was the only one who truly wanted to help her.Patience, his father once told him with typical exaggeration, is the only worthwhile tool in an agent’s arsenal.His one concession to his desire was to ask Paul to sit in the Semiramis lobby to watch out for her.“Sophie Kohl?” Paul asked over the line, incredulous. “What’s she doing here?”“That’s what I’m trying to figure out,”
