FORTY
WE ARRIVED AT THE SAME entrance gate as two nights ago. With almost the same guards it seemed—although back then I didn’t pay quite as much attention to them as I did now. At least half had the same type of MP5 slung over the shoulder as the broke-neck guy in the hotel had. All were wearing body armor as well. Just as we pulled in, Sultan passed me his red beret.
“Take this, look away as much as you can and stay on the phone, please,” he said nervously. He took a deep breath.
I donned the cap and grabbed the phone again, making a call to Diana as he approached the driveway. We made sure to arrive just before prayer time was due to begin—and also a change of shift for the men at the gate. While they certainly would not be leaving their posts for prayers, at least we knew they would
