The Holy Grail (A Cash Cassidy Adventure Book 1) by K.T. Tomb

Author:K.T. Tomb [Tomb, K.T.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Quests Unlimited Press
Published: 2014-06-10T23:00:00+00:00

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They stayed in the hotel that evening, having dinner there as well. The ruckus had grown louder, the protests fiercer, the gunfire more common. Cash had seen the footage of men discharging guns in joy, in grief or in protest many times. Many people around the world had seen that. It always seemed rather innocent, but right now it frightened her. The guns themselves did not frighten her, but the crowds did. They were nasty. There seemed to be no cohesion or purpose, just anger. She stood by the window and looked at the people who still flocked to the central squares in Damascus. There were still people arriving in buses and cars, but there was also a steady flow of women and children going back to their houses now. Just outside the hotel heavily armed police had been placed to protect the very few foreigners left there.

She knew there was a shady American guy in the room next to them, and an elderly Middle Eastern looking couple who spoke French down the hall. There had been a handful of people at dinner, several of whom had sat at the American’s table, but the dining room had been nearly empty. She mused on it in the relative silence of the room while trying not to hear the loud noise of the crowds outside.

Just then voices rose from the minarets. It was a strange, yet familiar singing noise, repeated from all corners of the city, calling people to evening prayers.

Makeda broke the silence.

“How are we going to get out of here?”

Cash turned around and looked blankly at her friend who lay on the bed.

“I don’t know. But I reckon we’ll just have to worry about that when we leave.”

“You reckon that bloke is going to show up?”

Makeda sat up straight.

“Don’t know. I’ll be surprised if he gets through this mess,” Cash conceded.

She turned back to the window and the silence resumed. For minutes they kept quiet. There was no need to talk. They knew they both thought the same things.

There was a knock on the door and Makeda got up and opened it. The janitor stood in the hallway.

“Can I come in?”

Cash walked over and beckoned him in. She offered him the one chair in the room.

“How did you get up here Chiya?”

Chiya sat down and smiled at them.

“The receptionist is a cousin of mine. Do you have a beer or something?”

Cash opened the mini bar and grabbed a can. She handed it to the man.

“Wait, I thought Muslims weren’t supposed to drink?”

Chiya opened the can and took a few long draughts.

“Good thing I’m not Muslim.”

“You’re Christian?”Makeda asked as she sat down on the bed.

He shook his head.

“Zoroastrian,” he replied.

He saw the puzzled looks on the faces of the two women.

“Never mind that; there’s heaps of us left amongst the Kurds, but nobody else seems to know that.”

He sighed and took another sip of beer.

“Most don’t ask us anything, they just try to kill us. It’s been like that for centuries.”

Cash sat herself down next to Makeda on the bed.

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