Chapter 122: Hani, Vaughn

Saturday. Coffee Shop, Beirut, Lebanon.

HANI DRUMMED HIS fingers on the table top.

If he hadn't been ordered to be here, he'd have left already.

His cup was empty and whoever he was here to meet was half an hour late. The lump on the side of Hani's head kept him in his place.

He'd made the wrong decision and allowed his aunt to talk him into helping with this bullshit scheme. Now it was Hani's ass on the line. His buddies had pointed at him when their boss wanted answers for where they all were. The full burden was on Hani now.

None of this made sense.

When he'd told his boss about the kidnapping plan and how poorly armed the old folks holding the hostage were, Hani had expected they'd make a trip over to take control of the situation. He didn't know how much Farez was ransoming the American for, but Hani was willing to bet he could get a couple more bills.

"Are you Hani?"