“What the hell took you so long?” Garth barked from the screen.

Olivia rolled her eyes at Logan. It had taken them what? Five seconds to move from the bathroom to the living room.

Logan pointed his thumb her way. “Had a minor patch-up job.”

Garth leaned in closer, making his nose appear gargantuan. “Jesus Christ, by the size of the bandage, it looks like you were cleaved by a pickaxe. How in God’s name did you get that?”

“Seems the locals are taking out their fears on innocent Muslims,” Olivia said.

The CO scowled. “The world is full of morons.”

“I can’t disagree with you there, sir,” said Logan. “Sounded like you have something urgent?”

Thankfully, someone changed the subject. Olivia nodded. “Yeah. What’s up?”

The screen shifted to Asa. “The DNA results for the hairs are in.”

“You did nice work there,” said Garth, always getting a word in.

Asa smiled. “Interestingly, in addition to Mathilde, there were strands from two other girls.”

“Anything on who they are?” asked Logan.

The CO shook his finger. “We’re just getting to that.”

“They’re both French,” Asa continued in her clinical manner. “One’s from Mâcon and the other from Bourg-en-Bresse.”

Olivia spread her palms. “Why are we just finding out about this now?”

“No one tied these two disappearances with a terrorist so the news wasn’t sent up the wire.”

“It would have been nice to know,” said Olivia. “Are there suspected terrorists living in those two cities?”

Garth leaned too close to the camera again. “No organized septs in our intel, but there are unknown recruits everywhere. Christ, there could be a dozen recruits sitting dormant in Reykjavik.”

Clicking sounds came from Asa’s computer as her eyes swept back and forth. “There’s more. News just came in. There was a kidnapping in Munich, Germany. This says the suspect caught on the school’s security cam could have ties to ISIS.”

A full-body picture of a girl walking beside the suspect came on the screen. He had his arm around her shoulder and, if anything, they seemed rather chummy.

“She doesn’t look like she’s been kidnapped,” said Logan.

“The report says police are treating it as a kidnapping,” Asa explained. “Says the girl’s parents had never met the guy—didn’t even know he existed.”

“Shit.” Olivia pushed the heels of her hands into her temples and sat forward. “We need an army.” She went on to tell them about her conversation with the old woman in the park, careful not to expand on the altercation with the Frenchman. “Maybe I should hop a flight to Munich while the trail is hot?”

“Keep to the plan,” said Garth. “You’re just starting to chip the ice there and my hunch is you’re on to something with Hakim. Rodgers, report—what’s the latest?”

“I put the ball in his court. Gave him my David Mason card. Invited him to visit me at the shop, but he was a no-show this morning.”

“Find a way to weasel your way into his operation ASAP. Tell him whatever he wants to hear.”

Oliva thwacked Logan’s arm. “The fastest way is guns. I have first-hand experience with that.”

He arched his brow her way. “I already gave him the website. Told him I’d taken over where Khalil left off.”

“I know, but a guy like Hakim needs a carrot. Tell him you have a shipment of a hundred M4s with ammo you need to offload because the buyer didn’t come through. Give him a good price. You could even pour it on by telling him the reason you moved from the UK was because things were getting too hot for you there.”

“I need intel, Asa.” Logan drummed his fingers. “Where does this Hakim live? Exactly how far do his talons reach? Is he the thug I should be targeting? Where the hell is Taaha Kahn holding Mathilde Petit?”

“On it,” she said clicking away. “But you know Kahn’s dropped off the face of the earth.”

The screen shifted to Garth. “Focus on Hakim—we already know he’s an al-Umari loyalist. That means he’s trying to weasel his way to the top of the ISIS chain of command.”

Logan shifted his gaze to the CO. “Can we make good on our promises—look authentic and get our hands on the guns? Like now?”

“I can get you anything you need. Fast track inside. I’ll pull the necessary strings from here.”

A big grin spread across Logan’s lips. “I think I’m gonna like this.”

Olivia snorted, rolling her eyes. “The cowboy returns.”

***

By the following morning, Asa had sent Hakim’s address. Logan waited outside the suspect’s apartment building with two cups of coffee. When he appeared, the man didn’t recognize Logan at first, or else he tried to ignore him as he turned west and headed off at a fast walk.

Logan fell in step, holding out the paper cup. “You said you’d come by my shop.”

“Huh?” Hakim gave him a sideways glance. “You’re the idiot with the dead phone.”

When they came to a bus stop, Logan again offered the coffee. “Take it. It’s good.”

The man snorted his indifference but, this time, he accepted the offering. “Why are you following me?”

“After our chat on the wharf, I thought you might be the best person to handle my offer.”

“What the fuck are you talking about?”

Logan turned his lips to the perp’s ear and lowered his voice. “Guns. Lots of American guns.”

“You’re crazy.”

“Oh?” Logan looked down the traffic-jammed street. The bus was stopped at a light two blocks away. “I have one hundred American M4s to offload. My sale fell through. If I’m not wrong, such an inventory would be of interest to you.”

Hakim grabbed a fistful of Logan’s shirt. “You don’t talk about shit like that on the street. What are you? A cop?”

“You didn’t look me up, did you?” Logan batted the man’s hand away and turned full circle. “There’s plenty of traffic noise. There’s no one close enough to hear me, and no one in Lyon has a clue who I am.”

“That includes me.”

“True, but I’m telling you about this deal first. Did you hear that? No one else in France has been given the gift I just placed at your feet.” A bus screeched to a stop in front of them. “Take it or leave it. I can find someone else—a friend of al-Umari.”

Hakim’s eyes grew so round they could have popped from their sockets. “Shut your mouth right now.”

“Look me up. Now that Khalil is gone, there isn’t a single dealer out there with access to the shit I can supply.” Logan stuffed another David Mason card in Hakim’s shirt pocket. “I’ll be at the shop until ten tonight. If you don’t come around, I’ll find another buyer.”

Game on.