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‘Tell me what was going on between my daughter and Hassan bin Zayid,’ Jed demanded. He stood next to the driver’s door of Chris’s Land Rover as she turned off the engine. His face was clouded with barely suppressed rage.
‘What?’ she asked, as she switched off the Land Rover’s headlights.
She got out of the vehicle and tried to brush past him. He put an arm either side of her and rested his hands on the warm hood of the truck. Her face was white. She held a portable satellite phone loose in her right hand and stared out into the gathering gloom of the night. She didn’t seem to have heard a word he had said.
‘My daughter, goddamn it! What the f**k were you and she up to here? The truth, Chris, all of it.’
‘Jed, I can’t do this right now. Something else has come up.’
‘What else? What
