In fact, this wasn’t the first time he’d been taken by men who weren’t cops. But he was South African and had grown up during apartheid, so he didn’t scare easily. Barack, on the other hand, looked nervous and scared. When the man who’d taken Olivia from him at the airport entered, Burati didn’t even try to pretend he didn’t know what the man wanted. “You are Kirk, right? Who do you work for?” “I’ll ask the questions,” the man said. “I’m Leon Burati and I work for Phillip Michaels at the Diamond Consortium.” “I will check this out and come right back.” “Very well. My cousin was simply helping me out tonight. He has no information,” Burati said. “If this is true, he will be let go.” Kirk left and Burati turned to his cousin. “Don’t worry—you’ll be out of here soon.” “What about you?” “I am more involved in everything that is happening here. So I won’t be going home for a while.” Burati relaxed as best he could with his hands tied behind his back to a chair.
