Sacred Stone (Oregon Files 2)

THE EMIR’S PALACE, sitting on a hill overlooking the Persian Gulf, was opulent. Surrounded by a high stone wall that housed a courtyard with garages, a large parklike grass area, and several pools, the palace grounds seemed surprisingly friendly—not like the drab and dreary edifices situated throughout much of Britain and Europe.

As the limousine pulled through the gate and headed around the circular drive toward the front doors, several peacocks and a pair of flamingos scattered. Off to one side, a mechanic dressed in a khaki jumpsuit was soaping off a Lamborghini off-road vehicle, while two gardeners were harvesting nuts from a pistachio tree nearby.

The limousine stopped in front of the door, and a man dressed in a Western businessman’s suit walked out. “Mr. Cabrillo,” he said, “I’m Akmad al-Thani, special assistant to the emir. We’ve talked before on the telephone.”

“Mr. al-Thani,” Cabrillo said, taking the man’s extended hand and shaking it, “pleasure to finally meet you. This is my associate, Peter Jones.”

Jones shook al-Thani’s hand and smiled.

“If you men could come this way,” al-Thani said, walking toward the door, “the emir is awaiting you in the drawing room.”

Cabrillo followed al-Thani with Jones on their heels.

They entered a large foyer with marble floors and a pair of arching staircases on both sides leading to the upper floors. There were several marble statues tastefully arranged around a large polished mahogany table in the center, with a massive floral arrangement on the top. A pair of maids dressed in uniforms bustled about, and in one corner a butler in black coat and tails was motioning at a workman who was adjusting a spotlight that pointed to a painting that looked like a Renoir.

Al-Thani continued past the foyer through a hallway that led into a large room with an entire wall of glass looking out on the water. The room had to be over eight thousand square feet, with numerous seating areas clustered around tall potted plants. Several plasma televisions were placed around the room, and there was even a grand piano.

The emir was sitting at the piano, and he stopped playing when the men walked in.

“Thank you for coming,” he said, rising.

Walking over to Cabrillo, he extended his hand. “Juan,” he said, “always good to see you.”

“Your Ex

cellency,” Cabrillo said, smiling and turning to Jones, “my associate, Peter Jones.”

Jones took the emir’s extended hand and shook it firmly. “Pleasure,” the emir said, motioning to nearby couches. “Let’s sit over here.”

The four men took their seats, and as if by magic a waiter appeared.

“Tea and cakes,” the emir said.

The waiter disappeared as quickly as he had arrived.

“So what was the end result in Iceland?” the emir asked.

Cabrillo filled him in on the details. The emir nodded.

“If you men hadn’t been there and made the switch,” the emir said, “who knows where I’d be right now.”

“Al-Khalifa is dead now, Your Excellency,” Cabrillo said, “so that is one less worry.”

“Nonetheless,” the emir said, “I want the Corporation to do a full-scale assessment of my security and the threats to my government as soon as possible.”

“We would be happy to do that for you,” Cabrillo said, “but right now there is a more pressing matter we’d like to discuss.”

The emir nodded. “Please, by all means.”

Cabrillo started to explain.

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THE THREE SHIPPING containers filled with poisoned prayer rugs sat off to the side of the cargo terminal at Riyadh Airport behind a chain-link fence that covered the space of several football fields. If the time had not been so close to the hajj, the rugs would have already been moved and unloaded. As it was, arriving late as they had, they had moved down the list in priority. As long as they were in place on the ground around the Kaaba the day before the start of the hajj, Al-Sheik would consider it a success.

Right now, the planner was concerned with more pressing matters.

Along with the prayer rugs, there were nearly one million plastic bottles of water that needed to be placed, ten thousand portable toilets to supplement those already at the site, six complete tented first-aid stations that would ring the perimeter, and ten thousand portable trash cans.