Monday. Jabir al Saud's Home. Riyadh, Saudi Arabia.
KILLAM STARED AT IVY hiding under the table while he swiped his thumb over the darkened screen of his cell phone.
What the hell was he going to do with her?
She wasn't going to sit back and let him handle this. He couldn't protect her.
The only thing left was to work with her, and he didn't know how to do that.
"I can explain," Ivy said after a prolonged silence.
He glanced over his shoulder, a sense of urgency returning.
"We don't have time for that," he said, scanning the walled-in courtyard for the delivery driver.
He saw her crawl out from under the desk and straighten from the corner of his eye.
Shit.