Chapter 38When Mark closed his sat-phone, he looked at Marlene and burst out laughing. She turned to him agog. “Have you won the lotto, or what?”
Mark shook his head, and still chuckling, he said, “Not quite, but this time we’ve got the Master joining us.”
“And who might that be?” Marlene asked, sitting up on the couch where she had laid down, waiting for nightfall.
“Prince Khalid Saif Al-Fadir!”
“You’re joking, right?”
“No, I’m not, my dear Marlene, not at all in fact.”
“But don’t you think three is a crowd?”
“An invincible crowd, yes. Khalid is a master at the most elusive game...”
“But, Mark, this isn’t a game,” Marlene shouted. “How’s that Arab going to help? Just tell me that!”
Mark went to stand over his partner, somewhat menacingly. “Don’t even pronounce one more word in t
