“I tell you the truth. Rasat came to me earlier this week and told me everything.”
“Why?” Gabe asked from beside Nate. “Why now?”
“Rasat, h-he wants out. He does not like what Yavuz has become.”
“What Yavuz has become, Barry,” Nate growled, “is a lying, murdering sonofabitch.”
“I know,” Barry bobbed his head. “It is why my cousin wants to leave his job. But he is too afraid. No one leaves a position like that alive.”
“Of course they don’t,” Ghost spoke up. “They know too much.”
“Precisely,” Barry agreed.
“I still don’t get it.” Nate shoved the other man free and stepped back. “Surely this isn’t the first time Rasat has witnessed Yavuz and his men hurting an innocent person. What changed?”
Barry’s eyes slid from Nate’s to Ghost’s, which pissed Nate off even more. “Don’t look at him, asshole. I asked the question. What makes this time different?”
Shame crossed over the man’s face. “The Navy SEAL. The one you asked about when you were here before.”
“Craig Walker. What about him?”
“His unit was supposed to meet with me the day they were hit with the bomb. I was supposed to give them information on a weapons dealer who has since been apprehended.”
“Get to the point, Barry,” Gabe ordered.
“Rasat was there. Standing guard outside when Yavuz and Achim killed him. My cousin came to me because he knows I have worked with the Americans in the past. He has agreed to testify against Yavuz and Achim in exchange for asylum.”
“Holy shit,” Matt exclaimed excitedly. “We’ve got him. Rasat is a witness. We’ve fucking got both Yavuz and Achim.”
“We do,” Ghost concurred. “We’ve been ordered to bring them both back to the States.”
“Hold up,” Nate raised a hand, skepticism written all over his face. “Our government gave us extradition rights for Edric Yavuz and Achim Akmar solely based on a statement by a man who is cousins with a guy who works for Yavuz? The same guy, by the way, who sat by while an American hero was tortured to death? Seriously?”
“Well, that, and we also have this.”
Ripping open the Velcro flap from one of the pockets at his thigh, Ghost pulled out a phone and tapped the screen. He held it up for Nate and the others to see.
It was small and grainy, but the picture appeared to be of two men talking in a middle-eastern alleyway. Nate leaned in closer, his murderous rage returning when he recognized one of the men.
“Is that Yavuz?”
Ghost nodded. “Yeah. And if you look closely enough, standing guard in the background is a guy who looks an awful lot like Achim Akmar.”
“Who’s the other one? The man Yavuz is shaking hands with?”
“Shamir Nazari. He’s a known arms dealer from Syria who acquires and sells specialized weaponry.”
“Such as?”
“Bombs. Bioweapons.” Matt jumped in, shaking his head in disbelief. “Most recently, there’s been chatter that he’s opened his sales to nuclear weapons.”
Nate shot him a questioning glance, so Matt explained. “First heard about this bastard when I was working with FAST. We were always keeping an eye out for him or any of his known associates. Like Adrian Walker, Nazari’s a slick bastard. Always manages to make his escape.”
Nate turned back to Ghost. “Where did you get this picture?”
“Miss McDaniel’s phone.”
The deep answer came from his left. Nate turned his head in that direction. The tall guy named Coach was staring right at him.
