Chapter 23
Muhammad Sadir didn’t like the way things were going. Gibson’s agency had now alerted the Australians to find Samuel, and both governments had agreed to extradite the man back to Canada as soon as the Aussies would get their hands on him. “No, definitely, things are not turning the way I’d expected,” he said to himself. However, he was not alone in this sinking ship. Thomas Peterson was in it up to his neck as well. Muhammad wondered if he could shift the blame onto him—find a way to shine the limelight onto the guy for a change.
He rapped his fingers against the edge of his desk, a habit he had picked up long ago, and continued to think of what he could do to get out of this messy situation.
These days no one could be trusted; the Americans would think nothing of taking hi
