Amun’s plot had failed. The bomber was in custody. The Egyptian, his point of contact with Amun, was dead. The sheikh and the German doctor were arrested. Everything Rais had worked for in the past several years was gone. Everything except one crucial factor—Kent Steele was still alive. And so was he. On the third day of his hospitalization, his doctor, a short white man with spectacles and a shiny bald patch, entered the room to check his wounds. He methodically peeled back the dressings and gently prodded at the raw, painful sutures.
