“One hundred percent certain? Don’t joke about this. This is too damn serious.”
Pablo saw no reason why he would joke about simply reporting a discovery. And too damn serious for what? he wondered. And who was this Sami Mousa anyway? “I’m absolutely certain, Stuart. I’m holding what’s left of the Spec Page with his name on it.”
“Ho-ly Christ. Hold on.” Stuart shouted the name and something about “an alias” and “pay day” to George Hart.
Pablo waited, hearing on Stuart’s end CNN news in the background and on his end, his own anxious heart.
There were hurried footsteps along a corridor. George Hart grabbed the phone. “What name did you say?” he shouted. “What is it? And turn that damn TV off, Stuart, so I can hear better…No, not down. Off!”
“Sami Mousa,” Pablo replied, worried he had blu
