Chapter 37
Within minutes of the news reaching Sorenson’s ears, he was on the phone with Fred Gibson. Once again, unfortunately, he had awakened the big man in the middle of the night.
“I’ll be damned!” Fred uttered when Sorenson told him what Carvey had learned in Melbourne. He was sitting on the edge of the bed (again) and had a hard time grasping the impact this news would have on what they knew of Talya and Samuel. “Thanks, Sorenson. Have a good night then.”
“Same to you, Gibson, and I’m sorry to have woken you.”
“Anytime, Sorenson, anytime.”
As he put the phone down, Fred shook his head and laid down again. He had to think what he needed to do next. Samuel was not going to kill Talya, and the only reason he had shot her last year was possibly to protect her from going any further into the investigation or from finding out Sadir was a man to be feared. He thought of Mark. He had to stop him as soon as he landed in Vancouver, which would be in a couple of hours now. There was no time to send anyone to meet him at the airport. He would need to get the customs’ office involved. Fred smiled to himself. Mark was in for another apprehension by the authorities. He was not going to like it.