Chapter Five
“I have one thing I must do. Then I’ll join you at the airport.” Ward bowed to the Sheikh.
The Rover was waiting for Ward at the immense front door. He waited twenty miles, until he turned into the busy stream of morning traffic – and voices – heading into the city on the toll road, to pick up his mobile. Even then he hesitated, still gnawing at possible eventualities. Would his actions compromise the group’s objectives? He fervently hoped not … but he didn’t see another choice.
He dialled. After several rings and then a click, a mechanical voice told him he was being transferred to Audix, the Federal government’s voicemail system. He waited, in case the recorded message gave him any useful clues. Not that he expected any. These days, senior government officials were chari
