Bobbi had called in a major favor from an old contact of hers to find a mercenary willing to fly her and Pixie into Turak, to the outskirts of El-Shehar, where the family of El-Debar lived. Some might even call it blackmail; having worked as a member of the Enforcers for the National Shifters Council, she knew where a lot of the bodies were buried. Whatever. She was in Turak, which was all that mattered. She didn’t even want to know what kind of cargo the plane was transporting, and she thanked her lucky stars that the plane hadn’t been shot down out of the sky during their highly illegal landing. They were now on their own for one week. A week from that day, Kenneth had arranged for a plane to land several miles outside the city limits to pick up Jax and Heath; now, Bobbi and Pixie would be on that plane as well. It was the safest day of the year to fly, because it was a national holiday, and there would be a temporary cease-fire between the two warring factions which were tearing Turak to pieces.
