CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
WHEN SAMMY al-Dajani failed to show up for his weekly, noon yellow cab meeting with Ahmed Khalid on the second Wednesday in December, Khalid began to worry. This isn’t at all like al-Dajani, thought Khalid. He’s too nervous and apprehensive about everything that’s about to take place to miss his meetings with me.
After waiting twenty-four hours, and hearing nothing from Sammy and placing numerous calls to his personal number, Khalid decided to violate one of his own strict rules of staying away from either an operative’s place of business or home, by telephoning Global United and asking for him. Yet, it was imperative to find out whatever he could about Sammy’s whereabouts.
When Sammy’s staff reported him as being away from the bank for a few days on family business,
