Chapter 29
Raschid had never been to Minneapolis, nor anywhere else in Minnesota. He walked out of the Hyatt Regency and paused before entering the limo that awaited him and his two heavily armed bodyguards. He looked out over the downtown area and decided he hadn’t missed much.
The two-bedroom ‘suite’ left much to be desired. The food was demode, the French-trained chef obviously an imposter. The champagne, both in the room and provided in the tiny limo was inferior to Dom Perignon…probably a ‘California’ product. And the woman…not tall enough, nor slender enough, nor pale-eyed enough. He’d made use of her, but it was barely satisfactory. A release. Nothing more.
Then had come word that his man had failed on his mission. Santee had nearly died, sustaining a minor flesh wound to her lov
