Chapter Fifty-four

Anchor Grill

London

Early Tuesday

Khaled laughed. "And how do I avoid it without making your brother the imam and Rehan al-Albiri want to kick me out?"

She shrugged. "Drop a hint in your boss's ear and let him take the blame."

"Yes, perhaps that would work. That's good." Khaled could tell John Eiserly what Adara had said and let him deal with it.

"If you say so. Do you know her? You've seen her art?"

Khaled clasped her hand in his. "I love secrets, Adara, particularly a woman's."