Chapter 13There he was, Mr. Ahmed Hjamal. Briefcase in hand, he marched into the restaurant, followed by Monsieur Abdul Rasheed, of course. No one missed their grand entrance. Hjamal had the allure of one who wasn’t to be detracted from his objective. His stride was firm, purposeful and determined. It was saying to all and sundry: “Don’t you dare cross my path or you’ll pay the price.” He didn’t come to play games, neither did Talya. They both knew it.
Ahmed Hjamal was particularly well dressed this morning. In a grey suit, white shirt and silk tie, he looked all business. He had left the prayer garments at home for today’s meeting. Self-confidence and assurance were visible in his square jaw and tight lips. As he came closer, Talya could see his eyes still showed the anxiety and distrus
