Jihad

CHAPTER 27

Karr planted tracking bugs on the cars belonging to Asad’s visitors, then walked down the street and around the corner to a block populated by small stores. With the exception of a restaurant on the corner, all were closed, but he wasn’t here to shop. Three motorbikes were parked at the side of a bicycle repair shop; Karr went to the one at the far end, got on, and backed away from the curb. The engine hummed to life, strong and steady.

“He’s coming out now, Tommy,” said Rockman. “Don’t get too close.”

“Why would I do that?” said Karr, gunning the bike to life.