as they escorted John James out of the room. Her heart hammered in her chest.

She shakily took the last sip of water from the glass. This was not what she had in mind when she took a little vaction away from the flat and her worries about her husband. Her husband! The thought of him hadn't crossed her mind all day. Surely Assam had some contacts in the embassy, or the police? She really had no idea, but he did seem to know everybody.
But he wasn't here-wouldn't be back for a few days yet, at least. She fretted a little longer, and then went to peek out the office door.

Kadira met her eyes. "Are you feeling better, dear?"

"Is my passport here yet?"