“We have that in common, you and I.”
“My enemies are in Moscow and Tehran. Yours are much closer. Which is why I want nothing to do with this. Show the demand note to the French, give them everything you have. They’re good,” said Gabriel. “I should know. Thanks to Saudi ideology and Saudi money, I’ve been forced to work closely with them on a number of counterterrorism operations.”
Khalid smiled. “Feel better?”
“I’m getting there.”
“I can’t change the past, only the future. We can do it together, you and I. We can make history. But only if you can find my daughter.”
Gabriel slowed to a stop and contemplated the tall robed figure standing before him in the starlight. “Who are you, Khalid? Are you the real thing, or was Omar Nawwaf right about you? Are you just another power-mad sheikh who happens to have a good public-relations strategist?”
“I’m as close to the real thing as Saudi Arabia will allow at this time. And if I am forced to renounce my claim to the throne, there will be dire consequences for Israel and the West.”
“That much I believe. As for the rest of it...” Gabriel left the thought unfinished. “You’re to say nothing to anyone about my involvement. And that includes the Americans.”
With his expression, Khalid made it clear he did not appreciate diktats from commoners. Exhaling heavily, he made a subtle change to the arrangement of hisghutra. “You surprise me.”
“How so?”
“You’ve agreed to help me. And yet you’ve asked for nothing in return.”
“One day I will,” said Gabriel. “And you will give me what I want.”
“You sound very sure of yourself.”
“That’s because I am.”
12
Jerusalem
Gabriel’s motorcade was waiting on the tarmac at Ben Gurion Airport when the Gulfstream touched down a few minutes after midnight. Sarah accompanied him to Jerusalem. He dropped her at the entrance of the King David Hotel.
“The room is one of ours,” he explained. “Don’t worry, we switched off the cameras and the microphones.”
“Somehow I doubt that.” She smiled. “What are your plans?”
“Against all better judgment, I’m going to undertake a rapid search for the daughter of His Royal Highness Prince Khalid bin Mohammed.”
“Where do you intend to start?”
“Since she was kidnapped in France, I thought it might be a good idea to start there.”
Sarah frowned.
“Forgive me, it’s been a long day.”
“I speak French very well, you know.”
“So do I.”
“And I attended the International School of Geneva when my father was working in Switzerland.”
“I remember, Sarah. But you’re going home to New York.”
“I’d rather go to France with you.”
“That’s not possible.”
