Chapter 13

Darren was sitting in his hotel room, drinking whisky from a tiny bottle he had found in his minibar. He felt completely out of his depth and utterly lost. Always a man of strong character, unpredictable, and self-confident, he was now distracted and affected by the emotions that Margaret had suddenly evoked. Things were already quite complicated. Just a few minutes earlier, he had coordinated by telephone, all the details for the transfer of the bodies of the murdered men with the French Security Department, before informing Nathaniel of the events in Cairo surrounding the loss of the ring. Nathaniel was, of course, not happy with this sequence of events, but he did not blame Darren for what he could not change. On the contrary, he thanked him sincerely for the hard work he had done and the responsibility he had assumed at a difficult time for the Brotherhood and urged him not to give up. Darren thought otherwise. Too many people were already involved in what should have been a simpl