Wild Card: (The Trident Trilogy: Book Three) by Donna Schwartze

Author:Donna Schwartze [Schwartze, Donna]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2021-04-30T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty

Mason, Rome, Italy, 2020

When Millie switched back to English, I knew she wanted me to hear something important. I’m already sending a text to Raine when she glances over.

Amina means peace in Arabic. Mir could be Amina.

Millie’s not showing her cards yet, but it seems like that’s where she’s headed.

Raine texts back quickly to say she’s starting to pull records on Amina. I tune back into Millie’s conversation.

“So you have no idea where Amar is?” Millie settles back into her chair comfortably. Amina sits up straighter. The friendlier and more relaxed Millie gets, the more uncomfortable she gets. I’m guessing that’s what Millie wants.

“I don’t,” Amina says, looking down. “He didn’t give me any indication he was leaving, but it might have had something to do with a fight we had.”

“What was the fight about?” Millie says. Her face looks almost uninterested. She’s so good at this.

“You.”

“Me?” Millie puts her hand over her chest. “I can’t imagine why you and Amar would be talking about me, much less fighting about me.”

“We’ve talked about you many times over the years. He was always much too concerned about you. He told me he was just worried about an old friend’s daughter, but I always suspected there was more.”

“What more could there be?” Millie frowns and tilts her head. She’s playing innocent almost too well, but Amina seems to be buying it. “I met Amar for the first time when I questioned him in Sarajevo. What’s it been now? Almost a year ago?”

“Yes, I remember when the men came to our house to get him,” she says, gesturing over to Butch and me. I’m sure she doesn’t remember my face, but I guess we do all kind of look alike. “My youngest daughter was still living with us at that time. She was scared out of her mind, but Amar couldn’t wait to go with them, so he would get to see you again. Somehow he knew you would be there. It’s almost like you were in touch.”

“I assure you, we were not. I didn’t even know Amar knew my mother. Frankly, at that point, I didn’t even know for certain who my mother was.” Millie shifts a bit in her seat. I can’t tell if she’s getting uncomfortable or if she’s doing it for effect. I’m guessing the latter.

Amina looks at her coldly. I guess the small talk is over. “And have you been in touch with him since?”

“No, but I’m curious as to why you would think we would be in touch.”

“Well,” Amina says, pausing dramatically. “I guess when you find out who your real father is, you might want to talk to him.”

Millie smiles slightly. “Amina, Amar is not my father. I’m not sure what you think you know, but if you’d take one look at my real father, you’d know I belong to him.”

“You look very much like your mother. Her hair was darker, but you have her green eyes. Yours are a little bit lighter, but they certainly have the same wide-eyed, innocent expression.

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