Now someone was saying the Scorpion was renting a night —a killing night—in Syria. Too meant he’d done it before. And "they'll" meant he wasn’t alone.
She hung up and stepped into the rain. Some debts aren’t paid in money. Some are paid in nights.
She dialed one number.
Because the last time she’d checked, the family she’d saved? They never made it to Turkey. The Scorpion had taken their money, their passports… and sold the mother and daughter in Damascus.
"They'll rent a night in Syria too."
“They’ll rent a night in Syria too,” she whispered. “But I’m not the one checking in.”
Syria. They’ll rent.
The voice on the other end laughed. “You’ll die there, Mona.”
“Ygnk…” No, that wasn’t right. She tried again— actually, one step forward . thmyl rnt bghnyt syrytl
