Chapters (71)
- PART O NE DEATH OF A PROPHET
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10
- PART T WO THE LAND OF STRANGERS
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 22
- Chapter 23
- Chapter 24
- PART T HREE THE SACRIFICE OF ISAAC
- Chapter 25
- Chapter 26
- Chapter 27
- Chapter 28
- Chapter 29
- Chapter 30
- Chapter 31
- Chapter 32
- Chapter 33
- Chapter 34
- Chapter 35
- Chapter 36
- Chapter 37
- Chapter 38
- Chapter 39
- Chapter 40
- Chapter 41
- Chapter 42
- PART F OUR THE BRIDGE OVER JAHANNAM
- Chapter 43
- Chapter 44
- Chapter 45
- Chapter 46
- Chapter 47
- Chapter 48
- Chapter 49
- Chapter 50
- Chapter 51
- Chapter 52
- Chapter 53
- Chapter 54
- Chapter 55
- Chapter 56
- Chapter 57
- Chapter 58
- Chapter 59
- PART F IVE A WEDDING BY THE LAKE
- Chapter 60
- Chapter 61
- Chapter 62
- Chapter 63
- Chapter 64
- A UTHOR’S N OTE
- A CKNOWLEDGMENTS
“Fuck Sheikh Abdullah,” said Carter with uncharacteristic venom. He quickly regained his composure. “Do you think Ibrahim was a part of this grand illusion?”
“Ibrahim was the real thing, Adrian. Ibrahim was the answer to our prayers.”
“And you got him killed.”
“You’re tired, Adrian. You haven’t slept in a long time. I’m going to do my best to forget you ever said that.”
“You’re right, Gabriel. I haven’t slept.” Carter glanced at his watch. “Seven hours is all we have—seven hours until an extraordinary young woman is put to death. And for what?”
Carter was interrupted by the ringing of his phone. He brought it to his ear, listened in silence, then rang off.
“Robert Halton just faxed his letter of resignation to the White House Situation Room,” he said. “I suppose the pressure finally got to him.”
“Wrong, Adrian.”
“You can think of another explanation?”
“He’s going to try to save his daughter’s life by negotiating directly with the kidnappers.”
Carter snatched up the telephone again and quickly dialed. Gabriel reclined his seat and closed his eyes. His head began to throb. A preview of coming attractions, he thought.
Chapter 45
45
PARIS: 2:17 P.M., FRIDAY
There was a small Internet café around the corner from the Islamic Affairs Institute with decent coffee and pastries and even better jazz on the house sound system. Yusuf Ramadan ordered a café crème and thirty minutes of Web time, then he sat down at a vacant computer terminal in the window overlooking the street. He typed in the address for the home page of the BBC and read about the developments in London, where Ambassador Robert Halton had just resigned his post and offered twenty million dollars in exchange for his daughter’s release. While the news appeared to have come as a shock to the BBC, it was no surprise to the Egyptian terrorist known as the Sphinx. The perfectly executed operation in Denmark had no doubt broken the ambassador’s will to resist. He had now decided to take matters into his own hands, just as Yusuf Ramadan had always known he would. Robert Halton was a billionaire from Colorado—and billionaires from Colorado did not allow their daughters to be sacrificed on the altar of American foreign policy.