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 The '1492' Conspiracy -  A Fiction by Assem Akram

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ISBN: 978-0-9710781-1-6

 

 

Chapters

The Invitation      

The Two Hassans

Balthazar Residence          

Fourteenninetytwo@hotmail.com  

May the Spirit of Ferdinand and Isabel Guide You           

Point of No Return           

Anthrax and Red Wine      

The Nuncio         

The Fourth Rome           

Cabin Pressure   

Sea Turtle Enchilada         

The Red Door     

These Baklavas Will Kill You         

The Senator’s Wife           

Passed Damocles              

Madame Secretary            

Georgetown Twist           

Dr. Zhivago         

Conversions        

Lifting the Veil   

Paloma Picasso Vs the Japanese Emperor              

Assem Akram


The ‘1492’ Conspiracy

A Machiavellian Plot to Seize the Holy Land and Keep the White House

Fiction

 

            Chapter 15 - Page 1:

     

       Passed Damocles 

 

 

 

Ava was able to gather the information allowing us to identify Father Emilio Ungari’s friend, the discreet whistle-blower – so to speak – who had been the primary relay of information permitting Interpol to get involved in the investigation of the plot dubbed ‘1492.’

 

Some astute research on the Internet had allowed us to find his address. We decided to pay him a little visit. It would have certainly been more courteous to call ahead to make an appointment, but then we figured that perhaps he would deny us such a privilege and act as if he didn’t know what it was all about.  To avoid wasting precious time, we decided to show up at his door – a little bit cavalierly perhaps, but efficient. Besides, nothing can replace a nice chat between friends of friends in the friend’s home…

 

The house was one of those late Eighteenth Century villas in Georgetown, made of red bricks and very appealing in appearance. Emilio was right when he said that his friend belonged to a wealthy family: this piece of real estate must be worth millions. We walked passed the bricked alley surrounded by trees and rang the doorbell repeatedly, but nobody answered. We decided that we would stick around until somebody shows up.