“The guard reached for Faye. She shrugged him off. “What about my father and Sam?” she demanded.The emir sighed. “Perhaps you should be more concerned with your own welfare,” he said simply. “What will happen to them?”Omar’s eyes were expressionless, like slivers of coal, the eyes of a predator. “They will be killed, of course.”* * *She was led from the emir’s tent to a much smaller tent in the center of camp, designed to sleep one on either wing. Instead of bunks there were two metal fold-out t...ables piled with folders, notebooks, and printouts. Even a laptop computer. In short, it looked like her small office at USC. Minus the clean, private bathroom.Al Sayid was there. The little Arabic professor was comparing two latex samples through a jeweler’s eyepiece. The professor stood and reached for her hand. Despite herself, she let him take it. He led her around the fold-out table and to a wooden stool. He eased her down and spread the samples before her. “I hope you are being treated well.”MoreLessRead More Read Less
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