Cody’s work crew, now short two men, were already on the job. For the rest of the weekend, they’d be touching up odds and ends prior to a final inspection of the mosque early Monday morning. There was a blue Cadillac parked in front of the work trailer. The car looked clean and waxed. Cody had had visitors before, usually guys sent by the president of the mosque. But a blue Caddy? When the truck stopped, Jose jumped out and headed up the small, wooden steps of the construction trailer. “I’ll handle this, if it’s all the same you,” Cody said, coming up the steps behind Jose. He maneuvered around Jose and opened the door. A short man, dressed impeccably in a black suit with a red tie, stood in the doorway and greeted him. He saw Tracy getting up from the office chair. “It’s a pleasure for me to meet you, Mr. Marshall,” the man said, holding out his hand. “I am glad that Bashar didn’t shoot you after last night.”
