Chapter 1As Mark and I walked through the door, we saw Aziz wearing the carpet of the hotel lobby down to bare threads. “Finally! Good God, Talya, Khalid is waiting for us to disappear somehow – but how?” he blurted, handing Mark’s phone to him.
“Did he say anything else?” Mark asked.
“Just that you should call CSIS and get a rundown on a Monsieur Bourdon – apparently this guy is a new character in the play and Khalid wants to know who he’s dealing with.”
“All right, let’s get out of here. I’ll call from the launch.”
“What about...?”
“Not now, Aziz.” Mark was visibly irritated with their doctor’s inquisition.
“Did he sound all right?” I asked Aziz impatiently. “In a few words; Khalid sounded as a Prince ready to do battle would.”
I had to smile at the comparison. Because Khalid’s
