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afic Solani was sitting in his cab smoking and listening to a small transistor radio. News of the troubles in Baalbek was all over every station he could find. Even the religious stations had interrupted readings from the Holy Book to let the faithful know that two murderers were being pursued through the hills. One of the fugitives was an infidel, and God’s wrath would be double when he was found. Wafic was having trouble thinking of his friend as an infidel. He changed the station and looked down at the phone on the seat next to him. It had been ringing, vibrating, and flashing for hours now but Wafic had been instructed by the American he was waiting for near the Palmyra Hotel not to touch anything. He supposed that meant the phone as well as Meester Shek’s shoulder bag and vi
