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t his desire, Andrew Salam remained professional. “Why did you contact me?”“Because I needed to see you,” said Nura as she moved toward him.He thought about holding out his hand to stop her. He was afraid he wouldn’t be able to control himself if she got any closer. Then he saw the tears that stained her face and, without thinking, opened up his arms.Nura came to him and he pulled her into his chest. As she sobbed, his head fell to the crown of her head and he allowed his face to brush against her hair. He was playing with fire.As quickly as he had allowed her to come to him, he knew it was wrong and he gently pushed her away until he was holding her by both shoulders at arm’s length. “What happened?”“My uncle’s the target,” she stammered.Salam was stunned. “Are you sure?”“I think they’ve already hired the assassin.”“Hold on, Nura. People just don’t go out and hire assassins,” began Salam, but she interrupted him.“They said the threat has grown too great and it needs to be dealt with, now.”Salam bent down so he could look into her eyes. “Did they mention your uncle by name?”“No, but they didn’t have to. I know he’s the target.”“How do you know?”“They’ve been asking lots of questions about him and what he’s working on. Andrew, we have to do something. We have to find him and warn him. Please.”“We will,” said Salam as he looked around. “I promise. But first, I need to know everything you’ve heard, no matter how small.”Nura was trembling.“How did you get here?” he asked as he removed his coat and draped it over her shoulders.“I took the Metro, why?”Though the couple had the memorial all to themselves at this time of night, Salam was uncomfortable about being out in the open. He had a strange feeling that they were being wat