His arms and legs were tied to the posts on the bed with steel chains which he couldn’t break no matter how hard he tried. She inspected her nails. “Faris, I’m getting rather tired of this. Where is Ra’ad Khan?” Her nemesis, Ra’ad Khan, was a former captain of the Iraqi Republican Guard. He’d ditched the army to join a Middle Eastern terrorist cell. Intelligence information showed that he’d landed in San Diego four weeks ago, and she was desperately searching for him while she’d set up base in an abandoned warehouse. The old, derelict building was now her personal headquarter. Shannon was a Sergeant Major in the United States of America’s army – and her current mission was to capture Ra’ad Khan, if not alive, then dead. After a lot of false starts, she’d finally managed to catch his underling Faris Naheen who was currently her resident guest. Faris would talk, she was sure – all she had to do was to find the motivation to make him tell her all his dirty secrets.
