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“Two They’re at the door”

CHAPTER SEVENTY-FOUR

Don’t seek to hurt any man;

but if any man seeks to hurt, you may break his neck

– AFRICAN PROVERB –

Sa with the lock

Finally, the door opened

Saed his way around it, keeping it between him and the two men as they entered One of theas he said so the bathrooarettes from his pocket He dropped the pack, swore, and leaned down to pick it up Sam couldn’t be positive, but he looked like the sa

me man who tried to steal Renee’s purse at the ruins

“Hamida? … That you?” the man said as his unfocused eyes landed on Saun “You’re not Ham—”

Sa his revolver like a set of iron knuckles, drove his weighted fist into the guy’s jaw His head snapped back, sla as he sluround

“Tarek?” Haoing on out there?”

Sam took her hand as Hamida stumbled from the hall

“Sorry” Sah the doorway “Looks like your friend had a bit too much to drink”

“You …” He tried to draw his gun from his holster