Read WASHINGTON DC: The Sadir Affair (The Puppets of Washington Book 1) Page 14

  Chapter 14

  “Do you really think he’s going to go through with it?” Thomas asked Sadir as the two of them were drinking their first coffee the morning after Khalid left D.C.

  “Frankly, I don’t know. He’s got one-track mind like most of the men in his family, but it’s hard to say.”

  “How are you going to ensure he’s carrying this out to the end?”

  “Perhaps, Ms Kartz should do the convincing.”

  Thomas’s smirk was indicative of his tacit approval. “And how do you propose to do that? She’s not going to jump at the chance to join her prince in a country that really doesn’t remind her of anything too good, you know.”

  “Let’s not forget our prince has saved her neck more than once…”

  “Yeah, but he’s also left her to deal with a traitor, and I don’t think she’s the forgetting kind.”

  Sadir chuckled. “Ottawa would be only too pleased to erase the slate and have us do the erasing, don’t you think?”

  Thomas raised a questioning eyebrow. “What do you mean by that?”

  Advancing his head closer to Thomas’s, Sadir looked into his colleague’s eyes. He didn’t want to say aloud what he was in fact dying to hear from Thomas. “Think about it, D., the Florida cops could get her up on charges if we wanted to scrape the bottom of this pile of corpses, couldn’t we?”

  “I see. You want to rack up a series of warrants for her arrest, is that it?”

  “Just one would do—for Al Nadir. She killed him, remember? His case hasn’t been closed yet.”

  Thomas brought his mouth closer to Sadir’s ears and lowered his voice to a whisper. “And they would be glad to give us a hand, if we were to inform them what our colleagues at the Bureau discovered at the bottom of the Jackson River, when Ms Kartz left the scene…”

  “I think you’re on to something there, Thomas, my friend.” Sadir raised his cup to his lips and grinned before emptying it in one long gulp. “Let’s get back upstairs, shall we?”

  Thomas finished off his coffee, too, and followed Sadir out of the cafeteria. However, something bothered him. He knew what Sadir had engineered against Ms Kartz and Agent Slimane earlier that year. He had instant messaging communications to prove it. Sadir’s vengeful Islamic character didn’t seem to have any bounds. Thomas held trump cards, if things were to go wrong, and for that, he was glad.