A Sudden Vengeance Waits
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After a night out in the ‘If you will excuse me it’s getting late so I’ll say goodnight.’ Sue briefly made eye contact with Sahir and with a subtle twist of her wrist as if looking at her watch she cast her eyes upwards. It was a clear sign not to stay up late. Like most men Sahir had learned all the non-verbal clues and decided to ignore them. ‘OK Sue, I’ll be up soon.’ Sue also recognised the signs and knew that Sahir had no intention of coming to bed just yet. She went through to the bedroom and undressed. There was something about Hassib she didn’t like. As she cleaned her teeth in the bathroom she looked in the mirror. Why had Hassib come here? If he was as wealthy as Sahir said he could easily afford a black market ticket for the opening ceremony. Call it a woman’s instinct but she didn’t trust Hassib. She walked naked back to the bedroom and threw the windows wide open. The air was stifling. Five years ago people had complained about summer rain and floods. Now global warming seemed to have kicked in for real. The temperature was still in the high eighties. We really do need air conditioning, she thought. Back in the living room Sahir was still on a high from celebrating their reunion. ‘Hassib. I have an excellent malt whisky. Let us have a nightcap.’ Sahir went over to the drinks cabinet and poured two domestic sized measures of twenty-five year old Balvenie. Hassib couldn’t tell malt from moonshine. ‘Is it Laphroaig?’ he ventured. Sahir and Hassib talked long into the night. Sahir was surprised to discover that Hassib had sold his business to a holding company that also owned the company that Sahir worked for. ‘It was an offer that made sense. I made a lot of money and it gave me the time to pursue other interests.’ Hassib knew who owned the holding company and he wasn’t about to tell Sahir. Sahir made several more visits to the drinks cabinet to top up his glass but Hassib declined. Eventually Sahir looked at his watch. ‘Heavens. It’s a quarter to three. Hassib I really must go to bed. I’m supposed to be at work by eight o’clock.’ ‘Sahir, my apologies for keeping you up so late. Let me help you clear the coffee cups.’ Formats Book Details As the world comes to terms with the horror of nuclear terrorism another even more devastating threat emerges. But who is behind this and what are their intentions? With only scraps of evidence to go on two British officers, Jack Riley and Helen Bascombe, uncover a plot involving a secret religious sect whose family histories can be traced back to the Crusades. The search for the conspirators takes place against a backdrop of deteriorating relations with the
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