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Knowing all he now knew about his brother, that came as no surprise.
He’d finally had to face the truth about him. Tying up the loose ends of his dead brother’s life had torn away the final illusions.
Tying up loose ends, Karim thought.
His mouth twisted.
That was his father’s phrase. What he was really doing was cleaning up the messes Rami had left behind, but then, his father didn’t know about those. The King believed his younger son had simply been unable or unwilling to settle down, that he’d traveled from place to place in an endless search to find himself.
The first time his father had said those words Karim had almost pointed out that finding oneself was a luxury denied princes. They had duties to assume, obligations to keep from childhood on.
Except Rami had been exempted from such things. He’d always had a wild streak, always found ways to evade responsibility.
“You’re the heir, brother,” he used to tell Karim, a grin on his handsome face. “I’m only the spare.”
Perhaps adherence to a code of duty and honor would have kept Rami from such an early and ugly death, but it was too late for speculation. He was gone, his throat slit on a frigid Moscow street.
When the news had come, Karim had felt an almost unbearable grief. He’d hoped that “tying up the loose ends” of his brother’s life would provide some kind of meaning to it and, thus, closure.
He drew a long breath, then let it out.
Now, the best he could do was hope that he had somehow removed the stain from his brother’s name, that those Rami had cheated would no longer speak that name with disgust …
Cheated?
Karim almost laughed.
His brother had gambled. Whored. He’d ingested a pharmacopoeia’s worth of illicit drugs. He’d borrowed money and never repaid it. He’d given chits to casinos around the world, walked out on huge hotel bills.
The bottom line was that he’d left behi
nd staggering debts in half a dozen cities. Singapore. Moscow. Paris. Rio. Jamaica. Las Vegas.
All those debts had to be settled—if not for legal reasons then for moral ones.
Duty. Obligation. Responsibility.
All the things Rami had scoffed at were now Karim’s burden.
So he had embarked on a pilgrimage, if you could use such a word to describe this unholy journey. He had handed over checks to bankers, to casino managers, to boutique owners. He’d paid out obscene amounts of cash to oily men in grimy rooms. He’d heard things about his brother, seen things that he suspected he would never forget, no matter how he tried.
Now, with most of the “loose ends” gone, his ugly journey through Rami’s life was almost over.
Two days in Vegas. Three at the most. It was why he was flying in at night. Why waste part of tomorrow on travel when he could, instead, spend it doing the remaining cleanup chores?
After that he would return to Alcantar, assure his father that Rami’s affairs were all in order without ever divulging the details. Then, at last, he could go back to his own life, to New York, to his responsibilities as head of the Alcantar Foundation.
He could put all this behind him, the reminders of a brother he’d once loved, a brother who’d lost his way—
