“Alana, if you scrubbed that guy’s skivvies,” Fast Eddie Evans laughed and shoved away from the table, “believe me, you would remember.”
On Wednesday, Shake’s second full day in Beirut, he got a final briefing from Evans and picked up the Embassy endorsement proclaiming him a legitimate, respected academic researcher and requesting every assistance be given to his efforts while in Lebanon. It was a sheet of paper with text in three languages and bearing officials seals—including one from the Lebanese Ministry of Antiquities—that was clipped to the tourist visa in his passport. Fast Eddie didn’t have many more details. Shake was told to focus his attention on the Great Court of Baalbek. Apparently the Syrian contact was familiar with that area. Reservations had been made in the name of Pro
