CHAPTER TWENTY
5:11 p.m.
Charleston, South Carolina
A young man, well dressed in a blue button-down shirt and slacks, stood close to the helicopter. Too close, as far as James Walter Shouberty was concerned. The young man had brown skin, not James Shouberty’s favorite skin color.
The kid held a fat book in his hand, and he read out loud from it. He had little sections of it picked out with those tassels that Christian preachers often used. The Holy Quran, the kid called it. James shook his head, but listened anyway. The kid was giving him a blessing, after all.
“Listen not to the unbelievers, but strive against them with the utmost strenuousness,” the young man said. “Fight against them so that Allah will punish them by your hands and disgrace them and give you victory over them and h
