Chloe let out a deep sigh as the jet left Iraqi air space, but unknown to her, JoJo was more relieved seeing her friend back to her old self. JoJo never believed a place can really be cursed, but she has just witnessed it with her own eyes.
She called back the Gulfstream to pick them up and fly to Dubai, where the package was designated to a warehouse inside the airport, no name, no phone number.
"Could he lie to us?" asked Chloe looking at the address.
"Not under our human lie detector." JoJo turned to the Turkish girl, who was snoring with the rest of the team.
"But Sam said it was going to the cartels."
"You should know better to trust the CIA. Let's just see where it takes us." JoJo threw a pillow over her face. "Get some sleep! We're going to need it!"
The jet touched down at Dubai International Airport. Same heat, same desert, but a whole world of difference. The hanger was air conditioned, and a snack bar awaited them, as the girls busy fighting over the food, the airport concierge began taking down everything JoJo needs for their stay.
According to the concierge, the package was secured in the customs holding bay, which located right next to them but could only be access by airport staffs.
"So close! And we can't get there!" Tilly whined.
"Can't we do something? What about your dad?" Emira asked.
"The Arabs are so proud they don't friend with anyone, and my father has no business partners here. Everyone here is far too rich to be bought. Unless..."
"Unless what?" everyone asked.
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Dance Moms - Claudia (2) Sand and Wave
AdventureTo track down a set of stolen paintings, Chloe must face her haunted past.
