Now Eva had a focus and the beginnings of a plan, she waited in the back seat of the car, restless with impatience. The scrubland around the edge of Luxor flew by as Swanson pushed the car to greater speeds. Then a thought occurred to her.
“What time is it?”
“About half past eleven. They kept you pretty well hidden,” was his reply.
“And pretty well drugged. What time is the flight? I presume you have some fancy chartered jet again?”
“No such luck, I"m afraid. Qatar airways from here to Doha, then another to Peshawar. Thought since our speed didn’t accomplish anything in getting you here, we might try a different approach. Besides, we have time. The flight isn’t until just after seven but we have twelve days to get there. Right?”
“According to the best intelligence, that is correct,” A
