THIRTY-EIGHT
10 AM. KING KHALID INTERNATIONAL Airport.
The first priority was to get Debbie and Ayres to safety. Fewer variables to take into account if anything went wrong. In this case, ‘safety’ didn’t just mean away from mister prince, but I wanted them as far away from immediate Saudi reach as possible—it was still unclear to me what influence and power this man actually had access to. Could he stop a plane from a foreign airline from takeoff? What about after takeoff?
“I spot them,” I confirmed to Diana. Again, I had to rely on a good old-fashioned set of earphones plugged into a mobile. I looked like some of the other western travelers—jeans and linen shirt, sneakers and ball cap—just someone on the phone or listening to his music while waiting at the airport. With a frozen coffee
