The Brethren
“He sipped strong black coffee and watched the merchants close their shops—sellers of rugs and brass pots and leather bags and linens from Pakistan, all for the tourists. Less than twenty feet away, an ancient vendor meticulously folded his tent, then left his spot without a trace.Lufkin looked very much the part of a modern Arab—white slacks, light khaki jacket, a white vented fedora with the bill down close to his eyes. He watched the world from behind a hat and a pair of sunshades. He kept hi...s face and arms tanned and his dark hair cut very short. He spoke perfect Arabic and moved with ease from Beirut to Damascus to Cairo.His room was at the Hotel El-Nil on the edge of the Nile River, six crowded blocks away, and as he drifted through the city he was suddenly joined by a tall thin foreigner of some breed with only passable English. They knew each other well enough to trust each other, and continued their walk.“We think tonight is the night,” the contact said, his eyes also hidden.“Go on.”“There’s a party at the embassy.”“I know.”“Yes, a nice setting.MoreLess
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