Chapter 153

His men had been monitoring Burhan’s residence closely, keeping a bird’s eye view on every movement, every guard rotation, and every minor change in the surroundings. The watchers never slept, only traded shifts in silence. Every activity was being reported to him in real time, ensuring that nothing went unnoticed. He was acutely aware that he was outnumbered by Burhan’s men and that one wrong move could cost him everything. Numbers were not on his side, but patience was. He had to hurry, to execute the plan with precision before time ran out. Because Burhan’s spy within his mafia would notice his absence sooner or later, and it would not take Burhan long to figure out where Moosa might be hiding. The spy was a termite in his walls, unseen but active. Once that happened, Burhan would take precautionary steps, strengthening his defenses and making it far more difficult for Moosa to succeed in rescuing his sister and wife.

Moosa stood up from his position, retrieving his keffiye