DAR, 1982
Rayhan and Saleem were looking at a big house using their binoculars through the Range rover windshield. Stars covered the whole sky, leaving no space for the moon. The bright lights coming from the house enlightened the area. There were no houses near the big house. It looked like a place where people only go during vacations. Maybe rich people like living alone. Loneliness is the universal problem of rich people.
“Christos was right.” Latricia said as she entered the Rover.
“What?” Saleem said.
“Fabian is here.”
“He couldn’t make an illicit deal in the statehouse.”
Rayhan grunted. “How many men?”
“Ten men guarding outside. I’m not sure about inside, maybe less than five.” Latricia said.
“The president is walking with less than twenty guards?” Rayhan said.
“Most of his
