Читать книгу Rayan - Son of the Desert - Indira Jackson - Страница 11

Ashraf was in mortal fear.

He had known from the very beginning that the job was going to be risky, yet was not able to resist the large amount of money that he had been offered.

He had calculated that the death of the Sheikh would cause so much chaos that it would enable him to slip away without any problems.

However, he had underestimated the Colonel: his troops had not reacted with their typical lethargy, but had immediately gotten on his heels.

On top of that he had failed to make even a scratch on his victim. This would not impress his client, so he could not count on any help from that side.

He was on his own that much was sure.

It was crystal clear to him that the Sheikh was deadly serious with his threat: “There is no wall thick enough to not be able to reach you and you are going to die very slowly. This is my promise.”

His blood ran cold when he just thought about that moment and those ice-cold eyes without any mercy.

The Sheikh was known to keep one hundred per cent of his promises.

Therefore, Ashraf really was a dog’s breakfast if he did not succeed in getting away soon.

The Colonel’s people had already interrogated him for hours, but that did not bother him. From time-to-time one of the officers couldn’t help himself from hitting the assassin, but they were not able to break Ashraf. He was no weakling: if he was, he would not have been chosen for the job.

He had some kind of back-up plan up his sleeve, but for this to work out it was necessary for him to be brought back to his cell. He had - thanks to Allah! - thought ahead and taken counter-measures just in case he would end up in this prison.

“Always calculate for the worst,” was his motto, which had guided him well through life so far and had helped him get out of hairy situations in the past.

Hopefully his cousin Ali would already be waiting to get him out of here. Ali was a bit of a retard, but to break him out of jail, all he had to do was follow Ashraf’s instructions, which he had given him in advance. He was smart enough to carry out the plan.

All Ashraf needed now was a little bit of patience. At least that was what he told himself to calm down.