Chapter 51

It had a logo that may or may not have looked like something; its lines were somewhat confusing, and you had to look at it from a certain perspective to decipher it. Yes, they were curved lines of beautiful calligraphy in Arabic, which, when the card was tilted, formed the drawing of a lion’s head in gold. But what caught my attention the most was the name written.

My air got stuck in my throat. That couldn’t be true:

“Alhasan Al-Brahkhan?” I said, very impressed. “Do you know who this person is?”

“You do not know?” the sheriff asked me, ironically.

“What are you saying? But everyone has heard that name! It’s that Arab businessman, the one—”

“The vice president of the second most important petrochemical company in the world: Brahkhan Combustibles,” Ivan cut me off, in a rather admiring tone. “Wow. My father always suspected his family could be of the feline race; he had crossed paths with Saleh, Alhasan’s father, at an environmental risk reduction conve