Peter realizes that was not the deep end of the pool he dived into; he dived headfirst into a pile of manure as high as Mount Ararat. Frightened about what he has heard from Alexander, he mutters, “But my grandfather, my mother, my sister. They’re in danger. Alexander told me whoever these people are, they would stop at nothing. Nothing to stop us. Not even k********g me.”
Head shaking side to side, her eyes roll as Zara snaps back, “Don’t worry your little head. Alexander dispatched a team to secure them. One who Alexander trusts.”
The air has thickened so much in this little cabin flying at ten thousand meters high. Jean-Paul plays diplomat and asks, “Zara, Peter, can I call your attention to the diagram I have set out on the table here?” He moves it over to their table, partly for the
