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coffee-colored leather sofa and waited for the information they’d come for about Vince’s whereabouts.
Buffy brought them their drinks and then said the last thing Sarah expected. "So, are you enjoying your visit to the kingdom?" If the cluelessness was an act, it was a damned good one.
Sarah and Will shared a quizzical glance, and Sarah's mind spun with how ridiculous this couple seemed.
Do these people think we're here on vacation or what? What the hell are we doing here?
Will nodded politely. "Yes, very much. Unfortunately we have pressing business elsewhere and really can't stay."
Davidson stood and walked to the desk. "That's a shame. We're going to the races tomorrow. It's a big social thing here. We'd love to have you join us." He picked up a small box from the desk and turned to face them again. "Will, can I interest you in a cigar? I just received some great Cubans from one of the princes. Too damned many princes in this country, but I really can't complain when they're so generous."
"Don't mind if I do." Will took a cigar from the humidor Davidson offered.
Sarah was becoming unnerved by the small talk and stalling. She crossed her ankles to the left and then to the right.
Will placed a steady hand on her knee. "As much as we'd love to stay for the races, we really do need to hurry back."
"There is some wonderful shopping in Riyadh . Sarah, do you enjoy shopping?"
"Uh, yes."
"You'll have to come back again soon so I can take you to a few of my favorite shops."
What the hell is up with these people?
Will gave Sarah a resigned look and stood.
"Look, I'm sorry. I think there's been a misunderstanding. We meant to meet someone at the party tonight and thought it was you."
Sarah followed his lead. "Thank you very much for the drinks. It was lovely meeting you." She and Will walked toward the door.
Buffy said something in a language that sounded to Sarah as though it could be Greek. In the blink of an eye, two Roman mastiffs appeared in the doorway , complete with bared teeth .
Will put his hand in front of Sarah, gently pushing her behind him, and spoke calmly. "Look, I don't know what you two are up to, but you're making a very big mistake."
Buffy spoke sternly in English this time. "Sit down, Mr. Adams. Sarah, you too." With another foreign command from Buffy , the monsters at the door sat and transformed into adorable but massive puppies. Buffy walked over to the m and stepped outside the room.
Sarah sat and fixed Davidson with a glare that promised violence at her first opportunity.
Son of a bitch set us up.
She heard Buffy speaking to someone in the hallway and then soft footsteps walked away. Sarah reached into her purse and held tight to her phone with one finger waiting precariously over number three, her speed dial for Brian.
Buffy reentered the room and nodded at Davidson.
"All clear, sugar lips?"
"She's gone." Buffy nodded and then gave Will and Sarah an apologetic look. "I'm sorry about that. We had to wait until the maid left. We're pretty sure she's a plant." Buffy took a seat on one of the dark leather chairs.
Sarah and Will sighed their relief in unison.
So that's it.
Davidson stood and walked to the desk, unlocked a drawer and pulled a large black and white photo out of it. He handed the photo to Will and sat back in his seat. "That's where he is. It was confirmed this afternoon. As of that time, he was still alive and surprisingly unharmed."
Sarah’s breath caught at the thought of Vince being tortured. It was likely to happen. She just hoped they could get to him before it went too far.
Will examined the photo. "Do you know anything about the compound? Any information on security or scheduled comings and goings? Anything else you can give us?"
Davidson shook his head. “That’s all I have for now. I’ve got somebody on the inside working on getting us more information.
Buffy brought them their drinks and then said the last thing Sarah expected. "So, are you enjoying your visit to the kingdom?" If the cluelessness was an act, it was a damned good one.
Sarah and Will shared a quizzical glance, and Sarah's mind spun with how ridiculous this couple seemed.
Do these people think we're here on vacation or what? What the hell are we doing here?
Will nodded politely. "Yes, very much. Unfortunately we have pressing business elsewhere and really can't stay."
Davidson stood and walked to the desk. "That's a shame. We're going to the races tomorrow. It's a big social thing here. We'd love to have you join us." He picked up a small box from the desk and turned to face them again. "Will, can I interest you in a cigar? I just received some great Cubans from one of the princes. Too damned many princes in this country, but I really can't complain when they're so generous."
"Don't mind if I do." Will took a cigar from the humidor Davidson offered.
Sarah was becoming unnerved by the small talk and stalling. She crossed her ankles to the left and then to the right.
Will placed a steady hand on her knee. "As much as we'd love to stay for the races, we really do need to hurry back."
"There is some wonderful shopping in Riyadh . Sarah, do you enjoy shopping?"
"Uh, yes."
"You'll have to come back again soon so I can take you to a few of my favorite shops."
What the hell is up with these people?
Will gave Sarah a resigned look and stood.
"Look, I'm sorry. I think there's been a misunderstanding. We meant to meet someone at the party tonight and thought it was you."
Sarah followed his lead. "Thank you very much for the drinks. It was lovely meeting you." She and Will walked toward the door.
Buffy said something in a language that sounded to Sarah as though it could be Greek. In the blink of an eye, two Roman mastiffs appeared in the doorway , complete with bared teeth .
Will put his hand in front of Sarah, gently pushing her behind him, and spoke calmly. "Look, I don't know what you two are up to, but you're making a very big mistake."
Buffy spoke sternly in English this time. "Sit down, Mr. Adams. Sarah, you too." With another foreign command from Buffy , the monsters at the door sat and transformed into adorable but massive puppies. Buffy walked over to the m and stepped outside the room.
Sarah sat and fixed Davidson with a glare that promised violence at her first opportunity.
Son of a bitch set us up.
She heard Buffy speaking to someone in the hallway and then soft footsteps walked away. Sarah reached into her purse and held tight to her phone with one finger waiting precariously over number three, her speed dial for Brian.
Buffy reentered the room and nodded at Davidson.
"All clear, sugar lips?"
"She's gone." Buffy nodded and then gave Will and Sarah an apologetic look. "I'm sorry about that. We had to wait until the maid left. We're pretty sure she's a plant." Buffy took a seat on one of the dark leather chairs.
Sarah and Will sighed their relief in unison.
So that's it.
Davidson stood and walked to the desk, unlocked a drawer and pulled a large black and white photo out of it. He handed the photo to Will and sat back in his seat. "That's where he is. It was confirmed this afternoon. As of that time, he was still alive and surprisingly unharmed."
Sarah’s breath caught at the thought of Vince being tortured. It was likely to happen. She just hoped they could get to him before it went too far.
Will examined the photo. "Do you know anything about the compound? Any information on security or scheduled comings and goings? Anything else you can give us?"
Davidson shook his head. “That’s all I have for now. I’ve got somebody on the inside working on getting us more information.
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