That’s my cue, he said, waited for somebody inside to open the gate and crossed the road. He felt his heart rate increase as he came to the garden wall and followed it to the side of the property. With nobody in sight, Jack hoisted himself up the wall and rolled over to drop into the garden on the opposite side. He lay still for a moment, hugging the ground and hoping there were no snakes as he surveyed the garden.
That’s my cue, Lights surrounded the ubiquitous fountain that sprinkled water onto an ornate bowl, while palm trees of various sizes grew in regimented clumps. Jack saw three men patrolling the grounds. One wore European clothes and carried a holstered revolver, while the other two wore the traditional Egyptian gallibaya – the long shirt – with light turbans, with Remington rif
