EIGHTEEN
COULD IT BE THIS SIMPLE? The Prince had an idea to plaster over the remaining few cracks in their plan.
As the unfunny accountant and the art expert left by the front door, always escorted by the loyal captain Sultan, he reached Abdullah on the phone. The older man had been right earlier—the people from Brictric had mentioned nothing about the other stones being missing or stolen. Maybe these two didn’t know about the other stones’ disappearance at all. Maybe their superiors just sent them off to check on the remaining one. That’s how he would have handled it. He did notice the way the woman looked at it—as if checking that indeed it was the correct one. The original.
If only she knew about the others.
“I know what to do,” he said into the phone, already making his way back to
