Chapter 200: Nasar,

Monday. Joe's Bar. New York City, New York.

NASAR SAT IN HIS car staring at the rundown bar in a suburb of the city.

For almost ten years he'd been working toward this moment. And now it was here.

He was going to get to face the man responsible for killing his family.

Nasar knew he couldn't act on that knowledge. If he did, it would jeopardize everything he'd worked toward. But he still wanted to see the man. To look him in the eye. Of course that was all Nasar could do. It was still worth it.

Ten years ago his family had died in a drone strike. It had been an accident. That's what everyone said.

Bad information had wrecked his life. So he'd set out to learn the truth.

It had been a slow journey. For the first few years it was all he could do to keep going. But he'd found a crumb. Following that lead, greasing a few palms, had led him halfway around the world to this moment and this man.

Daniel Smith.

Such an unassuming name for the man who'd killed Nasar's family.