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would I? She is a pair of lungs. I will see them when they are harvested and put into my father’s chest.”
    “She is very pretty, Highness. I thought you might—”
    “Then you will be responsible for ensuring that she doesn’t come to any harm from the crew. Is the construction on Andaran ready for handover?”
    “The resort and the fortress will be ready for your final inspection after the banquet. Although we may have one remaining problem. Bill Fanning.” Ziad moved slightly further behind Sheriti, who had raised her buttocks provocatively as she rubbed Khalid’s back with her forearms. Ziad wanted to ensure he captured everything on his phone videocam. “Sergei has been monitoring Fanning's emails. He has sent copies of the plans to his office in Dubai, in defiance of the secrecy requirements.”
    Khalid made a clicking sound with his tongue. “We must have the ability to maintain the facilities without him. We have discussed what must be done.”
    “But Highness, we cannot dispose of him yet. Not until—”
    “Do I have to spell it out? Find the wife! Once we have her, we will get everything he stole and be able to rid ourselves of all the loose ends. Now, you may both leave us.”
    Ziad followed Rubi out and closed the glass sliding door. They both turned and watched as Sheriti slipped off her bikini and lay on Khalid’s back, sliding against him in a slow, circular motion. Ziad felt his arousal intensify. He could sense the lightheadedness that told him he would need release soon.
    Rubi had a superior smirk as she put her face close to his. “You think Sheriti will be yours, Ziad, like the last two? I think perhaps this time it will not happen. I believe that my brother is intending to marry Sheriti.”
    He stepped back and frowned. “Surely this can’t be true. She’s not of his clan.”
    “No, she’s not.” Rubi nodded at his cell phone. “And make me a copy of the video.”

6
    The Suburban had been following Mac for two blocks now. As he continued through the pain of his first morning run after almost two weeks of confinement at the prison at Fort Bragg, he was more curious than afraid. Who were these guys? And why were they following him?
    Two weeks ago, shortly after returning to Fort Bragg, he and his team had been arrested and placed on suspension pending formal charges. Scotty had been packed off back to Hereford in the United Kingdom to face a disciplinary hearing in front of his SAS Commanding Officer. Termite and Freckle were still waiting on charges to be laid.
    Mac had had the book thrown at him. Rumor had it his case had become embroiled in some sort of power play between two Generals at the Pentagon, one of whom was trying to curb the influence and budget allocation of the Special Operations Command. Mac had been charged with two counts of negligent homicide relating to the deaths of the two girls killed by the kidnappers, and one count of aggravated assault on the youth Mamexi, who apparently had lost a leg. Mac’s attorney had advised him that it was certain he would face a full court-martial, which would mean another year or more on suspension from Delta, then a trial. He was prepared to accept that he had fucked up, allowing the two young Mexican girls to be killed. It would stay on his conscience for the rest of his life. But negligent homicide? That was crazy.
    His biggest fear was that they would lose the trail, that Sophia and Danni would vanish forever, denied justice. If that happened, it wouldn’t matter what the court-martial found. During Mac's confinement he had kept in touch with Bob, who’d continued to follow up leads with limited assistance from the FBI, which apologized that it was fully occupied stopping terrorists and curbing the Mexican drug cartels. He was only sorry he couldn’t help Bob more actively. Last he’d heard, Bob was following up leads from a list of flights out of Ciudad Juarez, which Marvin had somehow obtained from an FBI source, an