"Have you touched the body?"
"No! We checked to see if he was dead, but other than that we haven't touched anything."
"Good. This is good. You must not touch the body. Leave it as it is."
She grimaced. "For how long?"
"It will be removed today."
"But-"
His voice grew stern. "Please allow me to finish."
She nodded, regretting her mistake.
"I will send a new team of guards, men more equipped to handle this crisis. They will remain at the site, night and day. You shall brief them when they arrive. They'll need to see everything."
"Of course."
"Activity around the mosque will only increase as pilgrims arrive. The old city will be crowded, filled with millions of witnesses." Abdul-Khaliq paused, thinking things through. "Until the hajj is over, all work should be stopped at the site. No workers, no digging, no attention. No one but the guards to protect our work…. Do you not agree?"
She answered carefully, realizing it was a loaded question. "Whatever you think is best."
"Besides, you and your team deserve some time off-a reward for all your efforts. It will help you forget this tragedy…. Mecca is a historic city, one you've barely seen. Use your time wisely. Roam the streets, observe the celebration. It is one to behold."
Shari was quite familiar with the hajj and its customs. While preparing for her dig, she read several firsthand accounts, tales of tragedy and triumph, loss and salvation, written by men and women whose lives were changed by their journey. Deep inside she knew she would never participate as a pilgrim-she was a nonpracticing half-Muslim- but as an academic, she realized her observations would be invaluable.
Maybe he was right. Maybe this was the best thing to do.
Considering the circumstances, it was certainly the safest.
"Before we conclude," he said, "there is one more item to be discussed."
"Which is?"
"The delivery of my package. Did it arrive safely?"
She held the sealed envelope in her hand. "Yes. I have it right here."
"Good. That is good." He paused briefly. "Is it unopened?"
"It seems to be."
"Excellent!"
She was dying to find out what was inside, especially since the man who'd delivered it was dead in her tunnel. Still, she knew not to ask too much. "What should I do with it?"
"Hold it at all times. One of these days, it will come in handy. You shall see."
The guards showed up sooner than expected, less man an hour after she'd called Abdul-Khaliq.
They were highly trained and highly unsociable. Only one of them spoke to Shari, and even then it was to tell her to stay out of their way.
Their first order of business was the body. One of the men went through Nasir's pockets, finding the keys to the Toyota Camry, while another man backed a van as close to the tunnel entrance as possible, until his rear bumper nearly hit the chain-link fence that protected it. They unloaded an Arabic rug that had been purchased at a nearby bazaar and unrolled it next to Nasir. Two of the men moved him to the edge of the rug, then rolled him up inside like a burrito.
Seconds later, the body was in the back of the van.
The bloodstain was even less of a challenge. Since most of the blood had dried on the wooden planks that lined the floor, they simply lifted the boards and replaced them with fresh ones from the building supplies that filled the vacant lot outside. Two men tossed the stained wood onto the rolled-up rug, closed the van door, and sped away.
The whole process took less than five minutes.
"Anything else I should know?" asked the lead guard.
Shari shook her head, stunned at their efficiency.
"In that case, please take me below."
She led him underground, giving him a brief tour along the way. "Most of this digging was done before I even arrived at the site. They were laying water pipes for the Abraj Al Bait Towers up the street when the discovery was made. That complex is so humongous they had to build their own pumping station just to handle the demand."
She pointed out where the tunnel branched. "The water pipes go that way toward the towers, but our site is back here. We only had to dig this small stretch. It was rather simple."
He listened to every word, studying the layout. Searching for weaknesses.
"Just about the only water in the old city is the spring that feeds the Zamzam Well in the Great Mosque. Have you heard of it?"
According to Islamic tradition, Hagar, the wife of Abraham and mother of Ishmael, was desperately seeking water for her son in the scorching heat of the valley. She ran back and forth seven times between the hills of Safa and Mar-wah, searching for water. God sent the angel Gabriel, who scraped the ground with his heel, causing a spring to bubble forth from the sand. When she found it, she collected the water in a tiny pool, reinforced by small stones.
To this day, pilgrims still honor her during the hajj, walking between Safa and Marwah seven times. They also drink from the Zamzam Well, water that many Muslims believe to be blessed.
"Some people actually bottle that water during their pilgrimage and sell it on the Internet. You wouldn't believe how much money it costs."
Her keys jingled in the tunnel like a bell as she unlocked the gate that protected their discovery. She started putting them away when he grabbed her hand.
"You better leave those with me."
Angry, she yanked her arm away. "You'll get a copy when I leave. Not a moment before."
He stared at her with unblinking eyes. Annoyance filled his face. A look that said he was accustomed to getting his way, especially with women.
Suddenly, Shari realized she was alone with this guy. Several meters underground. With nowhere to run or hide. The thought was unnerving. Even to a courageous woman like herself. An old Middle Eastern proverb flashed through her brain, one that explained her status in their society. Women belong in the house or the grave.
She gripped her keys a little tighter, just in case she had to use them as a weapon.
"What's up ahead?" he asked, not showing any remorse.
"The main site."
"You better show me. After all, that's what I'm here to protect."
18
From a distance Payne and Jones watched the conversation between Kia and Kim. Far enough to give them space but close enough to intervene. Violently, if necessary.
"You're sure she can handle this?" Jones wondered.
"She was doing great before you showed up. Let's hope your lips don't distract her."
Jones ignored the joke about his initial encounter with Kia. "Good. Then let's talk about our mission. We were brought in to rescue Schmidt, even though one glance in that cave proved he was dead several days ago. Colonel Harrington must've known that long before he talked to us in Pittsburgh. So the question remains. Why were we brought in?"
"My guess is revenge. Cold-blooded revenge."
"You think?"
"Why else was this village unsecured? The moment that cave was discovered they should've sent men here to look for hostiles. And within minutes he would've known about the slaughter. But guess what? He wanted us to find it. Otherwise this place would've been swarming with forensic teams long ago. But he assumed our discovery would fuel our rage, making us even more motivated. First Schmidt, then this. He wants us to do his dirty work."
Jones considered the facts, trying to decide if Payne was right.
"And all that bullshit at the cave? Making us tour the scene but refusing to tell us anything? Nothing but theatrics. And Dr. Sheldon? Not only did he lead us on, but he was smiling the entire time. Like he was having fun."