Son Of The Sheikh. Ryshia Kennie

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       Chapter Six

      Talib nodded at the police officer who was monitoring the main doors to the hotel. He held up the distinctive card with its bronze-and-black flash of color that symbolized the Nassar company logo. The hotel was under lockdown but Nassar Security was well-known in Marrakech, almost as well-known as he was. Entering a scene like this was usually not an issue.

      “I’m sorry.” The police officer held up his hand.

      “You’re kidding me,” Talib began with a scowl. “You won’t let us back in?” This was unprecedented.

      “Do you know who I am?” Ian interrupted.

      “I don’t care who you are,” the police officer said. “No one’s getting in.”

      “I own...”

      “Get back before I have to use force.” The police officer cut off Ian’s words.

      “I don’t believe this.” Ian shook his head.

      Five minutes later they had worked their way through the emergency crews and around to a side entrance that wasn’t being monitored.

      “Back door?” the police detective asked with an amused look as he met them a few feet from the entrance. He was in charge of the investigation and Talib had spoken to him earlier. In fact, he’d spoken to him in a number of instances on other cases in the past. He was one of the few Talib trusted. Now the officer greeted them with a frown.

      “Overenthusiastic rookie wouldn’t let us in,” Talib said.

      “I see.” His grimace was half smile and half resignation. “Follow me.”

      “The explosive device was fairly unsophisticated,” the detective confirmed five minutes later. “Looks to me like it was meant as no more than a diversion, to get what cash and jewelry they could.” He looked at Talib, as if expecting that he’d provide some insight.

      “Fortunately there were no injuries,” Ian said. “Thanks for getting us in.”

      The detective gave them a brief nod. “All right, I’ll leave you gentleman to it. If I can just ask that you stay away from the luggage area where the device was detonated, at least for now. They’re still collecting evidence.”

      “This wasn’t about me, was it?” Ian asked as the detective moved back into the room and into the heart of the investigation. “There’s something you’re not telling me.”

      “Get over yourself,” Talib said with a smile that held an edge of dry humor.

      He looked across the room. Suitcases lay scattered in the haze of smoke that hung lazily, as shadowed tendrils still drifted through the room. Talib and Ian moved past the chaos and turned into a corridor, where Ian’s office was separated from the main flow of the hotel lobby.

      “My hotel is attacked—my guests terrified and probably not apt to come back to the Desert Sands and you want me to get over myself.” Ian laughed, a dry mirthless sound that had more edge and no light-heartedness. “What happened to a little help from my friends or at least a little sympathy?”

      Talib shook his head as Ian opened the door to his office. They entered a spacious, freshly painted office. New furnishings, complete with a large gleaming mahogany desk and black leather furniture, gave a solemn feel to the room. A vibrant painting full of color and reflecting the Atlas Mountains hung on the back wall and added a touch of color.

      “Nice digs,” Talib said in an attempt to be casual. In reality, it was the first opportunity that he’d had to see the finished office and what he considered the hub of his friend’s hotel.

      He sank into one of the leather chairs. He met his friend’s worried look and knew the one person who needed to know everything was Ian. After all, the woman involved was in his employ. He began to tell him everything that had transpired. Ian was not just the owner of this hotel and a good friend—Ian Hendrik had once worked for Nassar. He’d been part of their research team before ending that career path to become an entrepreneur, beginning with the purchase of this hotel.

      “So you think someone may have used the explosion as a smoke screen to kidnap the child?”

      “Possibly,” Talib said. “I’m not closing any doors right now.”

      “I’ll find out the identity of the maid,” Ian said. “Once we have that, maybe you’ll have some answers.”

      “None of it makes sense.”

      “You’re sure about that?” Ian asked.

      “What are you suggesting?” Talib scowled.

      “Someone tries to kidnap the child. I’d say they’re trying to get money from Sara or her family.”

      “I considered that possibility. But unless things have changed, Sara has no СКАЧАТЬ