Chapter 20When I reached my hotel room, I took my shoes off and flopped on the sofa. I was tired and although it was still mid-morning, I felt as if I could sleep for another day and night. My mind was abuzz with muddled, disjointed thoughts. I knew something was wrong. Slimane pulling out of Sinosetu made sense – since this whole affair was only some sort of diversion to attract me and Khalid into a trap. Yet, Khalid had turned the tables on the Bourdon et al; there was no way of eliminating me or Khalid then. But the fact that Fred was sending everyone home didn’t sound right. It sounded as if they wanted me out of the way – and Khalid, too. “Why hasn’t he called? He must know that everything is okay – for now anyway – so why doesn’t he call me?”
“Does he know how to reach me?” was my
