CHAPTER 21
REMEMBERING AT THE last second that Iraqi builders didn’t use drywall, Jed refrained from punching the brickwork as he stormed out of the room. The hospital in Al Bidaya wasn’t somewhere he wanted to pay an unscheduled visit to for a broken hand. He slammed the door to the store room at the end of the hallway behind him instead and pulled his phone out of his pocket.
“b***h, b***h, bitch.” He jabbed at the buttons until a connection was made.
“Yeah?” Emmy asked.
“Did you know?”
“Give me a clue here. Know what?”
“Don’t play dumb. You just sent my wife into a f*****g war zone. Did you know who she was?”
“Ex. Ex-wife. And I’m guessing from your tone you’d like my answer to be no?”
“You damn well did, didn’t you? She’s terrified, you evil b***h. She should be in her lab doin
