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footage from the bank across the street, and I’ve got to tell you, it made my heart jump when I saw just what a close call it was. Unfortunately, the car was reported stolen the day before, so we’ll probably never know who the driver was. Obviously a criminal, so for all we know, he could have been fleeing the scene of another crime. That seems to be the police take on the matter.
    In other news, the cool weather still eludes us. The weather people keep teasing us with promises of a drop soon, but so far, nothing has panned out. How are things down on the farm?  

    I slumped back in my chair and blew out a breath. Harrison’s message would seem normal enough to anyone else, but I knew exactly what he was trying to convey. The attack on Morrow was intentional, and he was lucky to have escaped with his life. He might not be so lucky the next time. And with the car being stolen, there was nothing to go on. Which meant Morrow and Harrison would need eyes in the back of their heads until this whole ordeal with Ahmad was over.
    Even worse, they still hadn’t found any sign of Ahmad. In the five years the CIA had been tracking him, they’d never lost sight of him for more than a couple of days. Either he’d gone deep underground or someone in his organization had taken him out. But if the second had happened, the CIA would have seen movement from the new ruling party. I shook my head. The far more likely scenario was that Ahmad had intentionally disappeared. But for what purpose? Was killing me really that important to him, or was he off pursuing a new business interest?
    I drummed my fingers on the table and sat upright when a thought occurred to me. What if he’d gone underground for plastic surgery? That had happened once with a drug dealer in Colombia. He’d dropped off the map for weeks, then a new face appeared at the compound, giving orders like a general. Whoever had done the work had made such a difference in his appearance that none of us noticed the similarities until an operative who did clay sculpture of human heads as a hobby pointed out the bone structure. The facial recognition software verified her observation, and we were still able to get our man.
    If Ahmad had done the same thing, he could be anywhere, looking like a totally different person. New facial features, colored contacts, bleached hair, and no one would be the wiser. I doubted he could approach me without all the hair on my body rising, but he could easily blend in a crowd and probably go unnoticed. I leaned forward and pulled the laptop closer to reply to the email.

    To: [email protected]
    From: [email protected]
    I was worried about your dad. Thanks for the update. I’m glad he is feeling better but frustrated that the police don’t think they’ll catch the responsible party. I guess your dad was too busy trying to get out of the way, so he didn’t see anything. Maybe he needs to take the bus for a while instead of walking. People have gotten so careless with cars. We’d probably all be safer if we got off of sidewalks.
    Things at the farm are going good. Nothing is ever simple but things have a way of working out eventually. I’m sorry you still haven’t seen your cool breeze yet. Remember when we took that trip back in 2009 expecting cooler weather and it was nowhere in sight? Everyone says it’s global warming, but I figure things have always changed one way or another. Hopefully, things will improve soon.  

    I reread the message to make sure Harrison would understand. The first paragraph was a warning to both of them to watch their backs. I didn’t think he needed it, but it never hurt to reinforce an idea, especially with assassins, as we tended to fancy ourselves invincible. I hoped the second paragraph reminded him of the previous target and his plastic surgery. If it registered with him, then he could begin to think about how to track Ahmad’s movements differently. And he’d have everyone on alert for any