AZIZ STOOD IMPASSIVE, waiting for the assignment.
“You’re going to Paris. You’ll leave at once.” Fahd texted him a photo of Barnett that he’d received from Glenville. “This is the target. At least, this is how he looks now. Two days ago he looked entirely different. He may look different tomorrow. It doesn’t matter. Glenville will point him out.”
Without moving a muscle, Aziz managed to convey what he felt about Glenville.
“The target is at the embassy to ferret out our agent. This must not happen. This must be handled quickly and without fuss. We do not need the French police on high alert. Not now. Not when we are all set. This operation must come off without a hitch.”
Aziz didn’t have to nod agreement. He was always in agreement.
“This man is a problem,” Fahd said. “I have no time for problems. When we arrive in Paris next week, he must be gone.”