"There's a mosque run by Ra's al Ghul and his group. We're welcome there."

Crane gave the other directions, his free hand fumbling with his suit pocket to grab his glasses. It took him a little longer than usual, but he'd been preoccupied--far, far preoccupied with thoughts of Tillman, thoughts of pain, thoughts of fear...

"They're the ones responsible for your wife and daughter," he stated softly. "I wouldn't dare attempt to extract someone from Castle's clutches, I'm not that stupid."