Middle East Special Info

The woman’s smile didn't waver. "There is no 'done,' Sami. Not in the Middle East Special. The only way out is the one you just threw in the river."

"The Special," said the oldest, a man named Abu Rami, whose left hand was a polished hook. He didn’t gesture; he just tilted his head toward a small, dented samovar in the corner. "We have a delivery." middle east special

"And the payment?" Sami asked.

She nodded and handed him a manila envelope. Inside: a flight ticket to Istanbul, a Lebanese passport with his photo but a different name, and a single bullet. 9mm. Polished to a mirror shine. The woman’s smile didn't waver