Chapter Twenty-Two
Jia took a sip of her tea and peered at the demolished remains of her chicken dinner.
She would have loved to have some alcohol, but they both agreed they couldn’t risk even a minute of cloudy minds. If their targets were part of the conspiracy, they might be able to slip into the resort, contrary to the ID’s expectations. Exploring was different from actively handicapping themselves.
Erik tapped his PNIU and frowned as he read a message.
“Is something wrong?” Jia asked.
Alina might have more information for them, and the chance of another terrorist attack remained. Venus made it clear that there was no limit for the conspiracy.
“It’s Garth,” Erik answered.
Jia set her cup down. It took her a second to recognize the name and put a face to it. That didn’t help her
