Tarek straightened the cuffs of his tuxedo and stared dispassionately at the two guards sprawled on the ground. He had taken the guards by surprise in the dimly lit corridor beneath the palace.
He still would have been shot by the second guard as he dispatched the first, but fortunately, Emin and Dhamar had appeared before the guard fired.
“How did you know where I was?” he asked.
Dhamar lifted his phone. “Midnight placed a tracking device in your tux,” he replied.
“Where are Raja and the others?” he said, gingerly touching the bump on the back of his head.
“Adel is making sure Midnight and the band make it to the airport and take off without incident. Butrus is with Raja. We brought you a change of clothes.” Emin held out a small, black duffel bag.
Tarek nodded his thanks, took the
