Ivy wanted to know the significance of the names Muhammad had listed off, but she also didn't want to appear ignorant in front of him.
"Your boss is communicating with all the major terrorist players." Piers turned his head and stared at Muhammad's profile. "Why the fuck are you working for him?"
Muhammad shrugged. "He pays well. He takes care of us."
"Mother fucker," Piers muttered.
He was really running through the list of expletives there.
"What do you know about next week?" Ivy asked.
Muhammad didn't look at her or acknowledge that she'd spoken.
Piers rubbed his fingers together. "Answer the lady or you aren't going to like how this goes."
"Nothing. Zak has me going back and forth, passing messages to people. They need money to move things. Buy things. Pay people off. There's also an issue with his man in America. I don't know what. Don't ask me. I just know something's wrong."
"Do you have a name?"
"Nasar. I'm not supposed to know it."