40.
I know this face.
I know this man.
Because I shot him in the leg only
this morning out in the desert. He is the man whom I first saw in the Kings
Hotel Bar. The man who followed me to Amun’s antique shop in the bazaar. The
wealthy oil man responsible for kidnapping Andre.
More flashlights ignite in both
directions.
For a brief second or two I am
blinded. The same few seconds I use to draw my 9mm from my shoulder holster,
thumb back the trigger, aim the barrel for the mustached man’s face.
“If you breathe,” I say, “I will
send you straight to hell.”
From behind me comes the sound of
small arms being c****d. Then, stepping from out of the dark chamber and into
the light, two bandits dressed in long robes.
“Sameh,” I say, shooting a glance
over my shoulder at him. He too
