Poe

Chapter Fourteen

Cooper lowered his binoculars. “Well, she’s in,” he said.

Deuce lowered his own set a moment later, frowning. “Yep.”

They were lying on the crest of a hill, overlooking the prison from half a mile away. They had just watched Alex being escorted into the building.

“You’d better let the boss man know,” Deuce said.

Cooper nodded, pulled out his phone, and fired off a text:

The reply came back within seconds.

“So what now?” Deuce asked.

“Now we wait.”

As she had done on each of the three previous days since her arrival, the assassin took careful note of any new arriving prisoners, just in case El-Hashim had been able to smuggle in more help.

The woman had already surrounded herself with three bodyguards. And while the assassin knew she could take care of them with very little effort, the time it would take could be problematic. Any delay might give El-Hashim a chance to escape or, worse, get the attention of the guards who might stop the assassin before she reached her target.

No matter how she proceeded, failure was not an option. She had to be a hundred percent sure that this assignment concluded with the death of El-Hashim, and that the assassin herself wasn’t caught in the process.

As on the previous days, none of the new prisoners made a beeline for the cellblock where El-Hashim had holed up, so it was still just the three bodyguards. In fact, the only unusual thing about this day’s arrivals was a woman who appeared to be from North America.

The assassin mentally filed away the woman’s face, along with the others she’d noted that day, just in case any of them popped back up on her radar. Information was key to her job, and she never missed an opportunity to gather what she could.

Her task completed for the day, she set her mind back on the more important matter at hand.

The demise of Fadilah El-Hashim.