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Authors: Lavina Giamusso
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Agent Gilford, you have been assigned to extradite Mr. Samuel Meshullam back to Canada.”
Khalid’s facial expression changed instantly and dramatically from one of annoyance into one of amazement. Had he been arrested already? Was there something he didn’t know? Clearly there was. But what? “What happened?” His tone of voice betrayed his bewilderment.
“Yes, Your Highness, something has happened and you do not want to be party to this investigation. That’s the reason we’re sending you home.”
Mark opened his mouth quickly—if he didn’t, Khalid would. “Do you mean the fellow is not behind bars yet?”
Showing some embarrassment perhaps, Strickland surrounded his cap on the table with both hands. “We’ve got a warrant for his arrest, but we haven’t caught up with him yet.” He moved his head from side to side as if wanting to relieve the tension in his neck.
“And I’m supposed to wait until you do?”
“That’s the plan, Agent Gilford, and those are our orders,” Damien confirmed. “We’ve reserved rooms for the both of you at the Airport Hotel for the night…”
Khalid had calmed down considerably but his curiosity aroused now, he had to ask, “Would you at least tell us the reason for the warrant?”
Strickland turned to his partner before answering. The latter nodded almost imperceptibly. “Charges of attempted murder on the person of Ms Talya Kartz.”
Khalid let a heavy sigh escape from his mouth, his upper body sagging against the back of the chair. At last, someone was going to do the right thing. He felt relieved as if the burden of the last two years of turmoil had suddenly been lifted from his shoulders. “Thank you, gentlemen…” He left the words hanging in the air, and then added, “Shouldn’t we see to our luggage…?” turning to Mark.
“No need. We’ve taken care of it,” Strickland said, shaking his head. “And…, here is your return ticket to France.” He pulled out an envelope from his jacket pocket and handed it to Khalid. “Your flight is departing tomorrow night.”
The prince took the envelope. “Thank you again.” He got to his feet hesitantly. “Oh…, but I almost forgot, my passport…, my other passport is in Washington…”
“Don’t worry about it. We’ve contacted D.C. already, and your passport will be at the Hotel de Crillon when you get home in Paris.”
“I see. Well then, I’ll make my way to the hotel…” He grabbed his two bags with the one hand and walked to the door.
Mark, who had listened to the last of this exchange in puzzlement, got up, picked up his shoulder bag, and was about to follow Khalid out of the room when Damien called him back. “I think you might want to remain with us for a few more minutes, Agent Gilford…”
Mark turned around, put down the bag beside the chair again. “…I... I... guess, I should.” He then shot a quick glance in Khalid’s direction. “I’m sorry… I’ll see you tonight then?”
Khalid nodded, and as he was about to place his free hand on the doorknob, Damien called to him. “One of our colleagues is waiting for you outside, Your Highness. He’ll see you through customs and security…”
“Yes, yes, of course.” Still somewhat in shock, Khalid walked through the door and was gone, leaving Mark to sit down again opposite the satisfied-looking constables.
Chapter 18
Talya’s weakened condition showed when she and Aziz arrived on the island. Although her racing wheels were doing most of the work, she felt her strength leaving her as every minute passed. Aziz had seen this before. Following months of inactivity, she had made demands on her body to which it was not prepared to respond. In less than 72 hours, Talya had resumed a great deal of activities and her muscles were screaming for help—and food.
“Can we stop?” Talya asked, as they were half way up the hill leading to their B&B.
“Sure. Why don’t we have a bite to eat? The restaurant is open.
Khalid’s facial expression changed instantly and dramatically from one of annoyance into one of amazement. Had he been arrested already? Was there something he didn’t know? Clearly there was. But what? “What happened?” His tone of voice betrayed his bewilderment.
“Yes, Your Highness, something has happened and you do not want to be party to this investigation. That’s the reason we’re sending you home.”
Mark opened his mouth quickly—if he didn’t, Khalid would. “Do you mean the fellow is not behind bars yet?”
Showing some embarrassment perhaps, Strickland surrounded his cap on the table with both hands. “We’ve got a warrant for his arrest, but we haven’t caught up with him yet.” He moved his head from side to side as if wanting to relieve the tension in his neck.
“And I’m supposed to wait until you do?”
“That’s the plan, Agent Gilford, and those are our orders,” Damien confirmed. “We’ve reserved rooms for the both of you at the Airport Hotel for the night…”
Khalid had calmed down considerably but his curiosity aroused now, he had to ask, “Would you at least tell us the reason for the warrant?”
Strickland turned to his partner before answering. The latter nodded almost imperceptibly. “Charges of attempted murder on the person of Ms Talya Kartz.”
Khalid let a heavy sigh escape from his mouth, his upper body sagging against the back of the chair. At last, someone was going to do the right thing. He felt relieved as if the burden of the last two years of turmoil had suddenly been lifted from his shoulders. “Thank you, gentlemen…” He left the words hanging in the air, and then added, “Shouldn’t we see to our luggage…?” turning to Mark.
“No need. We’ve taken care of it,” Strickland said, shaking his head. “And…, here is your return ticket to France.” He pulled out an envelope from his jacket pocket and handed it to Khalid. “Your flight is departing tomorrow night.”
The prince took the envelope. “Thank you again.” He got to his feet hesitantly. “Oh…, but I almost forgot, my passport…, my other passport is in Washington…”
“Don’t worry about it. We’ve contacted D.C. already, and your passport will be at the Hotel de Crillon when you get home in Paris.”
“I see. Well then, I’ll make my way to the hotel…” He grabbed his two bags with the one hand and walked to the door.
Mark, who had listened to the last of this exchange in puzzlement, got up, picked up his shoulder bag, and was about to follow Khalid out of the room when Damien called him back. “I think you might want to remain with us for a few more minutes, Agent Gilford…”
Mark turned around, put down the bag beside the chair again. “…I... I... guess, I should.” He then shot a quick glance in Khalid’s direction. “I’m sorry… I’ll see you tonight then?”
Khalid nodded, and as he was about to place his free hand on the doorknob, Damien called to him. “One of our colleagues is waiting for you outside, Your Highness. He’ll see you through customs and security…”
“Yes, yes, of course.” Still somewhat in shock, Khalid walked through the door and was gone, leaving Mark to sit down again opposite the satisfied-looking constables.
Chapter 18
Talya’s weakened condition showed when she and Aziz arrived on the island. Although her racing wheels were doing most of the work, she felt her strength leaving her as every minute passed. Aziz had seen this before. Following months of inactivity, she had made demands on her body to which it was not prepared to respond. In less than 72 hours, Talya had resumed a great deal of activities and her muscles were screaming for help—and food.
“Can we stop?” Talya asked, as they were half way up the hill leading to their B&B.
“Sure. Why don’t we have a bite to eat? The restaurant is open.
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