The man watched, hidden from sight by the bushes that covered this side of the museum car park.
His pale linen suit was crumpled and wrinkled from the flight over from Egypt.
He had not had anything to eat or drink since his dinner on the plane the previous night and now his belly gnawed with hunger, but he ignored it.
Kasim was on a mission of great importance, one of honour and dignity, and in such circumstances, mere hunger was very low on his list of priorities.
The doctor was clever. She had managed to give his people the slip two days ago in Cairo. It took them a while to discover she had booked an earlier flight than the one they believed she would be on.
But it was no matter.
He was here now, and he was determined to succeed in his task.
Kasim tensed as he heard the staff do
