hostage.
Dickson tried to stand but couldnât. The fact that Angie was involved made him sick.
âI suggest you put water on your face,â Gahrah said. âPerhaps take a drive to clear your head and then go back to work. Nothing has changed, nothing is different. Hamza will take care of Mr. Ward. He will not bother you again.â
âMore violence,â Dickson said.
âOnly if it is necessary,â Gahrah said. âWe did not ask him to become involved at the Randolph farm or your bank. Whatever happens he has brought it on himself. I believe he left you a contact number?â
Hamza had good eyes. âItâs on my desk,â Dickson told him.
âExcellent. Get it for me. It is my hope that no violence will be required. I am sure this unemployed police detective will be reasonable. Perhaps we will discover that all he is after is a bridge loan.â
âI donât think so,â Dickson said.
âAs I said, you neednât worry about it,â Gahrah told him.
The connection went dead. Dickson folded away the phone, pushed back his hair, and mopped his face with his handkerchief. Prioritize , he told himself. He had to put his family first. Gahrah was right about one thing: no one asked Ward to get involved. He brought this on himself.
The banker went back to his desk, once again smiling benignly at his employees, once again the man he wanted others to think he was.
C HAPTER F OURTEEN
Ward was just entering his room at the inn when his phone rang.
âThat didnât take long,â he muttered.
The Muslims had shown that they werenât afraid to use violence. But they wouldnât want to use too much of it. The more clues that were out there the less likely they were to keep getting away with it. The more indignation that was out there, the less Chief Brennan would be able to work on this quietly. So it did not surprise Ward that the caller ID on his cell phone was from the Al Huda Center.
âThis is John Ward,â he answered.
âMr. Ward, my name is Aseel Gahrah. I am the director of the Al Huda Center. I believe you know of it?â
âCouldnât miss it as I drove into town.â
âIt is a good location,â the man replied. âI understand you are interested in an investment opportunity.â
âAlways.â
âWould it be convenient for you to stop by this morning?â
âI can be there in about an hour,â Ward said.
âVery well,â the caller said. âI will see you at eleven.â
The caller hung up. It was exactly what Ward had expected. They were going to try to bribe him.
He freshened up and checked his other phone messages. There was one from the Internal Affairs attorney who wanted to have a chat with him about âthe incidentâ and another from Joel Duryea, one of the younger men in his unit. Ward had no interest in talking to the lawyer but he called Duryea back.
âGood to hear from you,â Ward said. âHow goes it?â
âSame old. How are you, boss?â
âNot as bad as I expected,â Ward told him. âThough maybe Iâm fooling myself and it hasnât really hit me yet.â
âWell, weâre hoping it wonât,â Duryea said. âWeâve put up flyers in the park and also at the Hilton and the Ritz Carlton asking for anyone who might have been taking pictures down there to give us a shout. The guys pitched in for reward money.â
That caught Ward by surprise. It was a few seconds before he could breathe, let alone speak. âJeez, Joel.â
âDonât say it,â the kid replied. âWe want you back and this is the best shot weâve got.â
âBut tourists donât usually come back for a second day down there.â
âTrue, but the media picked up on it. People who were in the park are hearing about it and calling. Weâre just hoping we get something we can use to show that the
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