Chapter Forty-nine

Savich house

Georgetown

Sunday evening

She walked over to him to get her back massaged. "Keep that up and you'll have a slave."

Sherlock sighed. "And we have to ask yet again—what's the point? What do these people want? How does Aboud fit in?"

"I emailed Rome to keep his ears open and meet all the players. He's smart, intuitive, I'm thinking he might see something we can't from three thousand miles away." He continued to knead while he kissed her ear. "And I've been working with MAX trying to find Archer Navarro in Barcelona. He's being real careful, his phone turned off, no car rentals, his passport and credit cards unused since Paris. I called Alejandro Perez at Interpol, and he's agreed to monitor the traffic cams and the CCTVs near the Sagrada Família, but there's been nothing yet. I've asked if they do locate him, they do not act, but notify me.

"I could go to Barcelona myself. I could take Ruth with me."

Savich shook his head, laid his palm on her belly. "And what about Felicity?"