The front door clicked shut behind him.

“You were supposed to be at Al Asad three more weeks,” Kendra said again.

Her voice had lost its usual high pitch.

She smoothed the front of her top with both hands.

“The timeline changed,” I said again.

She looked at the spare brass key from Brett lying on the table.

She didn’t ask how I’d found it.

She picked her leather purse up off the chair and walked out the front door without another word.