He'd found her.
It'd taken three weeks, a small fortune, two private investigators, the help of Sarq's secretary of state, a lot of secret handshakes, deals and promisesas well as some threatsbut at last he was going to see her.
Sheikh Khalid Fehr ducked to enter through Ozr Prison's low threshold. He was escorted past the men's wing to the women's side of the prison, the foul smell of overflowing toilets and unwashed bodies so overpowering his stomach rose in protest.
At the entrance to the women's prison wing his male guard handed him over to a female guard who examined Khalid's paperwork.
The female guard, covered head to foot by her black robe, took her time reading through his paperwork, and Khalid stifled his impatience. Ozr had the reputation for being one of the worst prisons in the worldit was a place notorious for the lack of human rightsbut finally the female guard looked up, nodded curtly. "Follow me," she said.
He foll ...
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