No one spoke of it on the plane ride back but we were all thinking about what the hell the headlines were going to say tomorrow.
The women and children were long in bed by the time we made it back to the island but we were too pumped to sleep. We finally had a place to start in our search for Khalil.
"So he's in Doha." Mancini passed around bottles of water as we took up our usual spots in his private room.
"At least it's a smaller search area than some of his other hideouts, but I wonder what he's doing there. That's not on his list."
"It's only an hour and a half from there to Saudi Arabia. Is he about to make some sorta move?"
"If you're talking about him going after the old king Quinn I doubt it. There aren't many who'd risk it and I don't think your guy is that stupid."
"What the fuck are you people talking about? The desert?"
"Yes Lyon the desert."