Seven Days From Sunday by M.H. Sargent

Author:M.H. Sargent
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: Thriller
Published: 2010-01-19T00:00:00+00:00

Basra, Iraq Saturday, April 15th 11:54 a.m.

It was at times like this that McKay wondered what the hell she had been thinking by joining the agency. After getting Peterson’s text message about ricin, she only had about an hour to evaluate the various patients and start treatment. Ghaniyah’s aunt had taken a turn for the worse, her kidneys shutting down. The hospital had a dialysis machine, but it was malfunctioning. Unfortunately, there was no real treatment for ricin – all the patients, including the small boy fighting for his life, were given super-activated charcoal which would hopefully soak up the poison. Since dehydration was a worry, they were also given intravenous fluids.

She had then been called to the emergency room where she was tending a small boy’s broken finger when she had gotten Gonz’s “911/911” page, meaning a dire emergency. She had read the text message in a bathroom, then slipped out of the hospital through a service entrance. Hopefully someone else had set the boy’s finger properly by now. Within thirty minutes she had sent Ghaniyah two encrypted text messages and had made her way to the outdoor marketplace just a few blocks from the east end of the city’s fabulous harbor. Now as she walked along the crowded bazaar and sipped her lukewarm tea, she scanned all the different women’s faces filling the outdoor marketplace. Unfortunately, since all the women wore head coverings, usually black, they all appeared much the same to McKay. The best chance of spotting Ghaniyah would be her height – she was tall for an Iraqi woman, almost 5'9", same as McKay.

With the sun shining brightly and many boats filling the adjacent harbor, it seemed the perfect day. But it was hardly that, at least for McKay. When she had read Gonz’s message about Ghaniyah’s arrest in the U.K. and her past link to ricin, she couldn’t believe it. Ghaniyah, an Islamic fundamentalist? Every fiber of her being screamed no. It wasn’t possible. There had to be another answer.

“McKay, you there?” she heard Gonz say in her ear.

Still in the crowd, McKay brought her hands to her face and sneezed once, a signal to Gonz that she would soon be able to speak. She made her way through the bustling crowd and a few minutes later was seated at a small bench which overlooked the water. While she still detested the head covering she had to wear, at least it hid the Bluetooth device hooked on her right ear, which allowed her to talk on the cell phone without having the cell phone held to her ear. The cell phone itself was hidden in the ample sleeves of the dress.

Raising her hand close to her face to hide the fact that she was talking, she said softly, “I’m in place. Asset is not. Repeat, asset is not. Over.”

She could hear Gonz sigh. “Been this late before?”

McKay glanced at her watch. Ghaniyah was now nearly an hour late for the rendezvous. “Negative.” McKay then asked,

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