The Jerusalem Creed: A Sean Wyatt Thriller - Plot & Excerpts
He stormed across the small space to where Nehem sat at his desk, surprised but not scared. Not yet anyway. Sharouf drew his pistol from his side and aimed the weapon at Nehem’s head. “Time’s up, Doctor.” Nehem’s face waxed pale, confused and worried. “What are you talking about? I still have several hours left.” The Arab looked over at the cot against the wall and noticed the sheets and blanket were not folded, instead lying in a crumpled heap as if someone had just got out of bed. “You sure sleep a lot for someone whose life is on a timer. We watched you waste your time and ours,” he motioned to the cameras. His eyes narrowed, and he brandished the gun at the archaeologist who was now starting to cower a little. “You know what I think? I think you have been lying to us. I believe that you already know where the relics are. Either you tell me right now, or I will kill you.
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