After the phone call last night, sleep seemed to have fled the penthouse. By four in the morning, everyone was awake. Arian stood on the balcony, smoking one cigarette after another until they were gone. Behind him, in the living room, sat Raisa, Zarif, Mayra, and Emilie. No one spoke. No one knew what to say. By now they had received the news—Nurul Islam Khan had set foot in New York the previous night. He hadn't been caught at customs. Not by air. By sea. He had crossed the Mexican border.Zarif set down his phone and said, "My people have confirmed it. He's holed up in a secret hideout in Brooklyn. With him are a few old handlers—the ones who used to be his right hand in Dhaka."Raisa looked toward Arian. He was still on the balcony. The glass door stood ajar. He heard everything, but he didn't move."What are we going to do?" Mayra asked, her voice trembling with fear."We wait," Emilie said. "He'll come forward himself. He's not a man who hides. He wants to give Arian one last ch
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