Janine Hathaway stared at the monitor in front of her. She was going against everything she believed in to protect her daughter. She let out a heavy sigh as she saw an all too familiar figure show up on the screen. His hair was let loose and hung around his jaw and chin. He wore a flashy white suit.

“Calm down,” a thick Turkish accent sounded from the headsets.

“Be careful, Abe,” she breathed.

There was a throaty chuckle. “You underestimate me, Janine.”

“I’m being serious, Ibrahim. Be careful.”

“As am I. I would do anything to protect Rosemarie, things far worse than helping the Ozeras with the explosives. You’re not the only parent who loves her.”