CHAPTER 25

Mr. Greyson put a finger in the air in remembrance of something. “Look, I have her picture somewhere here,”

He reached for his drawer and checked between the stacks of papers one by one for where he had hidden the picture.

“Yes, here. Take a look at this. This is what Fayette Badur looks like now,” Mr Greyson said. “It's a recent picture that my scouts were luckily able to take when she was at the airport.”

Alan’s concentration deepened with a high intensity as he analyzed the picture very well. The image crackled with a flicker of thickness but her expression in the picture was softened.

She didn't exactly look like a bad person in the photo not to talk of a terrorist. She had a bleak smile on her face as she had a cell phone to her ear making a call. She was wearing a clean black Abaya that flowed with a deadly cascade of black. Her jewelry was sparkling with a touch of class. Her rimmed eyes were piercing and with a wonderful intensity of beauty.

“I know what you might be thinkin