As soon as Sheharzaad hung up the call, she turned towards Amna with a pale face.

"Amna, we need to be quick. We don’t have time on our hands now. We have to run," she

said and began to collect things, stuffing them into a bag.

"What happened?" Amna asked, confusion dancing on her face.

"He knows everything. I swear, I swear he knows everything."

Amna’s face paled too. "What? How do you know? Did he tell you anything?"

"My sixth sense says so; he knows everything. He was talking as if he ...