“What are you doing?” Jack said, pointing.  “That’s the house right there.”

Sohrab drove the car, his eyes flicking in steady rhythm from the road to each mirror in turn.  Jack had noticed the pattern began as soon as they entered the neighborhood where Amber waited.

“The house is being watched,” Sohrab said as he guided the car to a stop at the next intersection.  He set his signal, turned the wheel to the right, and pulled out onto the cross street.  “There are at least three painfully nondescript government vehicles parked along that street.”

“You think Rutger set us up?”

“Doesn’t matter who,” he said, still scanning.  “What matters is that they are there.”  He turn...

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