Wednesday. Jabir al Saud's Home. Riyadh, Saudi Arabia.
ZAK HUNG UP WITH his computer guy in New York City.
What the hell had the kid been thinking to use a real man's name and file to give Nasar?
This was a situation quickly spinning out of control. Zak just needed things to remain manageable for a little while longer. Then he could eliminate Nasar. The man had more than served his purpose and at this point was causing more problems than he was worth.
Miran slid through the cracked doors, then glanced over his shoulder.
Zak frowned. "What?"
Miran kept his voice low and sat on the sofa adjacent to Zak. "Jabir's awake."
"Okay, so? Is he pissed Yousef sent everyone away?"
"Not sure," Miran whispered.
"I don't care." Jabir's voice echoed off the marble.
Zak sat up a bit straighter.