Chapter Eighty-Five

Amirah / The Bunker / Thursday, July 2

“SEBASTIAN GAULT HAS been spotted by our man in the Red Cross outpost.”

Amirah looked up from her computer screen at the young Yemen woman who stood in front of her desk. “When will he get here?”

“Day after tomorrow at the latest.”

Amirah chewed her lip thoughtfully.

“Do you want Abdul to . . . ?” Anah left it unsaid.

But Amirah shook her head. “No, let him come. It should be an enlightening experience for him.” She smiled at Anah who flinched before returning the smile. Anah turned and left the room, silently reciting a prayer. For just a moment Amirah’s face had looked like that of a desert demon, a djinn. Anah was glad to be away from that evil and totally mirthless grin.