Chapter 38IBRAHIM MASSOUD, paced his office holding a letter. The note asked him to come to London. Someone had disclosed their identities, and FD had been trapped. Subterfuge and double-talk had interfered with his dealings over the past year. Would a phone call be a problem? It was too early in California. Who had broken the silence? He knew a mistake in judgment could be fatal, and he wasn't ready to meet Allah. He liked his life just as it was. Allah wouldn't be happy with him anyway.
He looked at the beautiful city to which he had contributed so much. His efforts had increased his wealth and power in turn and increased the well-being of his associates. That had to count for something. He read the letter again. His smile was short lived. He was skeptical.
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