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Nina put on a kimono, then she walked out of our room. I sighed and scrubbed my fingers through my hair roughly before sitting on the edge of the bed.
I might be in more trouble than I thought.The thing was, mybodywasn’t just responding to Nina now. My heart was too, and there was nothing I could do about it.
“Youknowwhatyouhave to do,” I said to Jim, then sighed. “It goes down tonight, so make sure you do it right.”
“Trust me, Muller. I’ve never let you down. Sheikh Zayed will be so pissed he met you.”
The call ended, and I stuck the burner in my suit pocket before putting on my tie and adjusting it appropriately. Nina was probably still with the shay kaha, and I remembered seeing her in that red bikini the previous afternoon.
A shiver raced through my spine and reminded me of our planned dinner for tonight. Once I handed over the sheikh to the CIA, I planned to take Nina out to dinner, then we would spend the night in our suite before heading back to Denver.
Nina probably had a life to get back to in New York, but I was hoping we could make the best use of the rest of the time we would have in Denver.And also here in Jeddah.If we could take another tour of the city, that would be great.
I finished getting ready, then I stared at my reflection in the mirror one more time before heading to the door. Nina came in just as I got there, and I stopped in my tracks and then smiled at her.
“Hey … you ready for tonight?” I asked and smiled at her. “I’m more than ready.”
“I am more than ready too,” she told me, then she took a step closer to me and brushed a hand over my chest. “See you soon, love.”
I leaned closer to her for a kiss, but she dodged my approach and smirked. “Later, Jack.”
She shoved me out the door and locked it, so I dragged in a deep breath and walked over to the sheikh’s home study and knocked. The door opened, and a stony-looking man stood on the other side with no smile on and his forehead squeezed into a million crease lines.
“Is the sheikh in? If he is not, I can come back another time.”
The man stepped away from the door, but he didn’t say a word as I walked in, and he closed the door behind me. The sheikh was standing behind his desk, and he was wearing an ankle-length robe with long sleeves, and a loose tassel with no collar.
He wrapped his head in a keffiyeh, and he gave me a hard look as always before he smiled. “Muller, welcome,” he said, then extended the glass in his hand towards me.
When I reached him, he motioned toward the empty glass on the table. I picked it up, poured myself some vodka, and then sipped.
“You ready for tonight, Sheikh?” I asked him.
“As always.”
We finished our drinks, then drove out in the sheikh’s limo with a dozen of his men and rode out to the warehouse where I was to meet with Jim and his men. I had this all planned out from the start; Jim’s men would act as my American dealer contacts, and I would pretend to sell them the arms they needed just before the rest of the CIA guys would burst in.
It was a perfect plan, and it had worked every time I had ever gone undercover.
The sheikh’s men surrounded the warehouse, so there was no other way to bring in the CIA except by pretending they were in a gang too. We waited a few seconds before the black SUV arrived, and I held my breath till I saw Jim step out of the car first and walk towards us with his hands held high.
“That’s my guy,” I said, speaking in the little Arabic I knew.
The sheikh nodded, and then he motioned for me to step forward first. Jim didn’t meet my gaze, as expected as he had to act till the last minute, and I knew the van with him was either loaded with operatives or guns. Whichever the case was, there was no way we would get out of there without a full-blow fire exchange.
Thank goodness my suit is bulletproof.
“We have what you ordered,” Jim said, then opened the first box of guns he held and showed it off.
The sheikh nodded, and I stepped forward first to pretend to check the guns before moving back to his side. “It’s already as planned, and there’s more in the back of the truck.”
“Good.”
Zayed waved a hand and a man brought out a suitcase, opened it, and showed off the wad of dollar bills inside it. “Place yours on the ground and we’ll do the same,” he said.
Jim looked at me after the sheikh spoke, and I nodded. He lowered the suitcase to the ground and the three other men standing by his side did the same.
The sheikh’s man also lowered his cash to the ground, and as Jim slowly straightened again, he did a quick spin, pulled out his gun, and fired the first shot.
