There was no doubt. It was clearly Jamilah Al-Husayni. My cousin. I hadn’t seen her in three years, but I’d recognize that uncompromising, sharp-nosed visage anywhere.
Dr. Ehab had lied to me. Tarek didn’t have any job in Palm Springs. He was in a drug rehab facility. I shook my head in...
I needed information about Angie’s family. The most likely person to supply the information was Tarek, but I had no idea where to find him.
Seeing the Anwars enter through my door, I could not have been more surprised if it had been Barack and Michelle Obama dressed in evening wear...