About an hour later, Damien pushed Seymour through the hangar door. He stumbled and dropped to his knees in front of Jet. He had two black eyes and a fat lip. Another man about Damien’s size followed the men into the hangar.

“This is Norris.”

Norris gave Jet a nod.

“Tell her what you told me,” Damien said to Seymour.

Seymour raised his hands in a pleading gesture.

“I’m sorry, master. I can’t help it. I’m a sick man.”

“Tell her,” Norris said as he cocked his gun.

“It was me. I set up the hit on Black Iris. But I had no idea that you were involved. My pretty,” Seymour said as he ran a hand through Jet’s hair.

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Jet motioned Seymour to come closer. As he obeyed, she smacked him so hard, blood shot from his mouth.

“That’s for killing my friend.”

“Who’s he working with?” Sally asked.

“The Quintessence Society. His Excellence is a member,” Seymour blurted.

“You mean the Sultan?” Jet asked.

“Yes, he is my master.” Seymour looked in Damien’s direction. “You are also my master.”

“Get him out of my sight,” Damien said.

Norris grabbed Seymour by the scruff of the neck and slammed him against the wall. Moments later, he tied his hands then pushed him out of the hangar. Jet wept as the man who had kidnapped and tortured her was taken away. A wave of relief washed over her. A burden that she didn’t know she was carrying was lifted. It was like being able to breathe after a weight was lifted.

“We have to go back for Nigel,” Jet said.

Damien gave her a look of regret.

“I wish we could, but a storm has moved in and visibility is poor, especially at night. We will fly out at first light. I promise,” Damien said.

“We will help find Nigel,” Sally said.

“You can bunk with Sally until the morning.”

Damien helped Jet into the small transport. Jet thought of Nigel as Sally drove the transport into the cold winter’s night.