Chapter 50

Jamal Sharif nodded so vigorously his neck strained. "Yes, yes! I understand perfectly!" He didn't dare mention cooperation again, nor did he ask for mercy. He simply stood there, his spine bent, until Tariq turned his back. Jamal personally escorted Tariq out of the Al-Buraq City showroom. He stood on the curb, watching the sleek lines of the Al-Amir GT merge into the afternoon traffic. Only when the taillights vanished did Jamal realize his shirt was plastered to his back. A breeze hit him,...