Chương 8: Chapter 8

3. 45 A.M.

HOTEL REPUBBLICA MARINARA, PISA ROME.

Amara is sleeping and her phone keeps ringing but she covers her ear with her pillow trying to get some sleep but it keeps ringing. She mutters a curse and clumsily reached for it at the headboard of the bed. It's a WhatsApp call from Dave.

"I should have disconnected the Wi-Fi before I slept off." She sighs and answers the call. "Hello, Dave. It's still too damn early here." She said in a drowsy voice.

"Sorry about that but this is really important. We've got a tip down here in Nigeria." Dave said from the other end.

"What's it about?"

"Something about an impending terrorist attack in Rome, though we're still pushing our sources, I'll fill you in on the details later. Meanwhile, I called you for something more serious."

"What is that? I hope it's not as bad as it sounds?" She sits up looking tensed up and wide awake