"A little of both."
"What do you have for me?" he asked, more interested in Reza's information than anything else.
Reza took his phone out of his pocket, opened his camera, and showed him a photo of a man at a train station. "Malik Azrani was in Berlin yesterday."
"And he was in Tajikistan last weekend," he muttered. "He's on the move."
"I checked the train schedule. Looks like he was headed to Munich."
He studied the image. He hadn't looked at a picture of Malik in over a year, but it definitely appeared to be him. He wasn't as tall as Caleb, and his hair was much lighter, but he had the same long and lanky limbs. "He's not avoiding the cameras. He wants to be seen," he murmured. "Maybe to get us away from Tajikistan. Or to make us think he's going somewhere in Europe, somewhere that isn't the US."
"That was my thought," Reza said. "But none of my sources seem to think he's headed to the US or that he's involved with Caleb. The brothers were estranged a long time ago. Caleb is eight years younger than Malik. When their parents divorced, Caleb went to the US; Malik stayed in Istanbul with his father. Caleb hasn't been on anyone's radar until now. I don't know if he's working with his brother or making his own name."
He nodded. "I'm going to find out." He got up. "Thanks. And good luck with that confession. I hope the priest doesn't have a heart attack."
Reza smiled. "I'll go easy on him."
He smiled back and headed down the stairs. He'd wanted information, and he'd gotten it, but he wasn't sure what to do with it. When the café bomb had gone off, he'd never imagined it could be tied to anyone connected to Qadir, but maybe this wasn't about the Meridien Tower at all. Maybe it was about Dominic.
Maybe it was about him…
It was a little past noon when Max showed up with deli sandwiches, chips, side salads, and a couple of cookies. Kara was almost as happy to see the food as she was to see him. Oh, who was she kidding? He won hands down.
She smiled to herself as she unpacked the food. And smiled even more when Max came over and stole a kiss.
"What was that for?" she asked.
"I was hungry."
"Well, you did bring food," she said with a laugh.
"I wasn't only hungry for food."
Her stomach fluttered at the sexy banter, reminding her how long it had been since she'd shared this happy feeling of attraction and intimacy. "Well, I think food is the only option right now," she said, giving him a stern look. "Work, remember? Did you get information from your contacts? Did you speak to Dominic?"
"Dominic is attending an overnight executive retreat at a very private, very exclusive lodge in the Hudson Valley."
"Who's at the retreat?" she asked with interest.
"I believe Caroline Rowe and Sebastian Hanover were going to be there with some unnamed individuals, who I suspect are in town for the conference on Tuesday."
She frowned at that thought. "That could be dangerous. How secure is this location?"
"It's very secure, and Dominic has his own security with him as well."
"That's good. As long as you can trust the security. Didn't you say there was a breach on Dominic's last international trip?"
A cloud crossed his expression. "I did, but that area of the world is much harder to protect."
"Did you learn anything else?"
"Not related to your case. I did find out that Malik Azrani, Caleb's brother, and someone who has been high up in Qadir's network was in Tajikistan last weekend and spotted at a train station in Germany yesterday."
"That doesn't sound good for Dominic's project. But I'm not too unhappy that Caleb's brother is in Germany and not in New York." She took their food from the counter to the table and pushed her laptop to the side so they could eat. "You don't think Caleb is working with his brother or Qadir, do you?"
"There's no evidence of that," he said as he unwrapped a sandwich. "Oh, one other thing. Elias Costa was killed in a solo car crash in southern Maine last night."
"What?" she asked in surprise. "Seriously?"
