FORTY-ONE
APART FROM THE GUYS on gate duty, there would only be eight men on the grounds this morning, most busy taking up roles as drivers or chaperones and protection for either of the minister’s two wives. The rest of the National Guard rotation would be patrolling much of the surrounding area where many of the other ministers and royal families lived. For now, we would be mostly clear—if nothing went wrong.
“What did you tell him?” I asked as he found a place for the truck to park at off to the side.
“Picking up some things for Bin Faisal,” he replied.
“He has you guys do errands too?”
He switched off the engine again and turned to me. He swept his fingers over the mustache again, annoyance on his face.
“Mr. Deeh, our job is to look after the security of the royal family. It incl
