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ove to the right-hand lane,” Wafic said checking his GPS. “We will connect with Highway 30 West in five miles.”
Ibrahim flipped on a signal and gently eased the truck over to the right of the highway. He’d been silent for 40 miles or so, nodding or mumbling as his passenger extolled the glory of their mission. Ibrahim understood it would be a spectacular event, leading to his reward in Heaven, an event that would exact some appropriate revenge on the Infidels who blasphemed his religion and insulted his God. It was in the holy book. Such things must not be tolerated by those of the one true faith. He didn’t need an outsider like Wafic to remind him of that. He needed silence, especially now at the hour of destiny. He needed to think and to pray undisturbed. Wafic cou
