Gabriel Hunt 06 Hunt Through Napoleon's Web by Gabriel Hunt (Raymond Benson)

Author:Gabriel Hunt (Raymond Benson) [Hunt, Gabriel]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Dorchester Publishing Co., Inc.
Published: 2010-02-10T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter 16

Sammi was relieved to finally step off the plane at Marrakesh’s Menara International Airport. She was grateful that Michael had put the plane at her disposal; she only wished she could have gotten in sooner. Enough time had passed that she feared she may have lost Gabriel’s trail for good.

Her instructions from Michael were to meet Reza Arif at baggage claim. She had little idea what he looked like, since Michael had given her only a cursory description; and she assumed he’d given a similarly cursory description of her to Arif. Which left her wandering back and forth along the luggage retrieval claim belts, staring questioningly at the solitary men she passed and seeing no sign of recognition from any of them. She was on her fourth pass when she heard a male voice behind her.

“Mademoiselle Ficatier?”

She turned to see a handsome man in his midforties with black hair and a black beard, neatly trimmed. He wore dark sunglasses, and was dressed in well-tailored clothing, a crisp bespoke suit with a crimson triangle of handkerchief showing at his breast pocket. For all that he seemed to be attempting to convey class and sophistication, though, Sammi was instantly struck with a different impression, one of menace. It was something in his eyes, the way he held himself. This was a dangerous man. She was confident she would have thought so even if Michael hadn’t warned her about him.

“Yes?”

“I am Reza Arif. I am most pleased to make your acquaintance.” He bowed slightly and extended his hand. “You must call me Reza.”

“Sammi.” She took the man’s hand and shook it briefly. He clung to her fingers for an instant before letting her go.

“Are you hungry?” he asked. “Do you want something to eat or drink?”

“No, thanks. I had something in Cairo.”

“Ah, yes. Fine food in Cairo. Not as fine as we have here, but . . . if you are not hungry, you are not hungry. No luggage?” She held up her carry-on, the small gym bag she’d brought along with her from Nice. He offered to take it from her, but she shook her head. “All right. Follow me please.”

He led her to the parking garage, took out a key fob and pressed a button. A black BMW X6 beeped and flashed its lights.

He removed the sunglasses in the car. His eyes were dark, nicely setting off his swarthy skin. He might be dangerous, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t attractive. “It is not much of a disguise,” he said as he put the glasses away, “but it is sufficient for the baggage claim at the airport.” He didn’t speak again until they were on the highway headed for the city. “I have been looking into this Alliance of the Pharaohs that our mutual friend mentioned.”

“And?”

“It is a very difficult organization about which to uncover any information. I have many contacts in the so-called underworld, and I spent most of last night trying to get one of them to tell me something—anything—about this Alliance.

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