CHAPTER 13Pakistani Consulate, Minneapolis
Afternoon, May 20
“Omar, so good of you to drop by,” Sharif said. He stood to greet the young intelligence agent. “Please, have a seat. You indicated you wished to discuss a matter of importance. I believe it pertains to our former guest.”
Omar made himself comfortable in a chair in front of Bilal’s Louis XIV desk. Only someone with a secretary and filing clerk at his beck and call could work at a desk like this, Omar thought. Walnut, with inlays of cherry and oak and touches of gilt, it was more elegant writing table than desk. It was a desk at which to read, ponder, and sign documents.
Omar leaned back in his chair. “Sahib, the religious observances of our former guest are fickle, and his hubris is an affront to the humility and sincerity so
