"We can't leave yet."
Hudayfah tensed as he heard Rami take the seat behind him, and he quickly looked over at Jenna who was waiting in line at the women's restroom, before lifting his phone to his face, pretending to be texting.
"Why not?"
"Hassan was right. Not only are they here but they booked seats on our flight to Egypt."
"How do you know?"
"They don't know who I am, so when we got off the plane I did a little scoping out and when I heard Jenna's last name I sat behind them. For people who are supposed to be incognito, they sure had no problem talking about their plans," Rami gave a snort, "they will never be spies."
"Dang it!" Hudayfah said under his breath. "Were you able to get pictures?"
"Yup. Sending them now."
Hudayfah stole an anxious glance at where his wife had just disappeared into the bathroom, and as his phone beeped, he quickly scrolled through the pictures. The first four men he didn't recognize, but as he reached the last picture, he scowled.
"This man was there that night."
"Which one?" Rami asked, nonchalantly picking up a newspaper and holding it in front of his face so no one would realize he was talking with Hudayfah.
"The last picture you sent me."
"Ah. I don't recognize any of them. Alright Hud, we have to come up with a plan and fast, Jenna will be back any minute."
"Alright let me think for a second." Hudayfah said, and only because Rami was his best friend, did he detect a hint of anxiety in his voice. "Okay," he said after a few seconds, "obviously we will have to stay in New York for a couple of weeks until things calm down. We will tell Jenna that something was wrong with the flight and we can't get another flight out for two weeks."
"Sounds good."
"You will go on ahead to Egypt and follow them."
"No."
"What do you mean no?!" Hudayfah asked in agitation.
"I can't leave you unprotected."
"Rami, I need tabs kept on them, and you are the only one who knows what they look like!"
Rami gave a shrug even though his back was to his friend.
"Text Mahmoud and send him the pictures. Do it now so he can get reinforcement."
"That's a good idea." Hudayfah admitted after a minute of thinking over it, and he hurriedly composed a text to his friend in Egypt, attaching the photos.
"Thanks. I am going to need to meet Jenna you know."
"I know," Hudayfah said with a sigh as he raked a hand through his hair, "alright here is the plan. Go rent a car from downstairs, and I will tell her that I have someone coming to pick us up."
"Alright. But where are we going to stay?"
"My house of course."
"Isn't your house closed?"
"Yes. Call Rana and tell her to open it. Don't give her details, the less she knows the better, just tell her we got stuck in New York on standby, and we decided to extend our stay so my new wife could see the city."
"Isn't she in Jersey?"
"Yes, but she will figure it out. Tell her to hurry."
"Ugh I hate talking to Rana." Rami grumbled, and Hudayfah smiled. His best friend was totally in love with Hudayfah's younger sister Rana, but wouldn't admit it, and instead acted like he hated her. But Hudayfah could see right through him, and knew one day they would end up together.
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Captured Hearts Book 1 in the Heart Series - Wattys 2015 Winner
Mystery / ThrillerJenna Yousuf has everything all girls envy. A mansion, fancy cars, diamonds and jewels, closets filled with clothes, shoes and purses. A hot husband. But she isn't happy. Who could be when you were forced to marry a man you don't love just to save y...