CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
“GOOD AFTERNOON, Mr. Nasir, Saud al-Dajani calling here again from the bank. I apologize profoundly for calling you so late in the day and bothering you as much as I have been lately, sir.” As instructed, Sammy was calling Nasir using the burner phone Nasir had provided him with quite some time before.
“No, apologies are necessary, Mr. al-Dajani. As I heard once said, your friends don’t need them, and your enemies will never believe you anyway.” Nasir cordially responded. “And you are a friend, aren’t you?”
“Uh, yes, most assuredly, sir!” Sammy laughed nervously. He always found Nasir’s rare displays of conviviality disarming. He could never quite tell when he was serious, and when he wasn’t.
“What can I do for you this afternoon?”
“I simply wanted to bring you furthe
