FIVE
...a week ago...
SATURDAY. PRINCE JAMAL bin Faisal made his way through the wide walkways of Frankfurt Am Main Airport.
With him—three of his aides. The Prince walked ahead in long, confident strides. His tall frame, broad shoulders and deep-set eyes gave him an almost tangible presence and air of authority wherever he went. The men with him were not as tall and had to walk faster than their natural pace to keep up. The Prince knew this, he liked it—it set him apart from them as he instinctively felt he should be. Even if he considered two of them almost like family and the third a potential lifelong ally, God gave certain children to certain parents and made them part of a lineage for a reason. His blood was different from theirs.
The four Saudi men were all dressed more or less
