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to Rashid. It wasn’t until he was near the end of the report that he finally found what he was looking for: James Smith had just one child, a daughter, and the name stood out from the page as if it had been emblazoned with diamonds. Angelina Smith had entered the country a couple of days ago on a three-week tourist visa. Rashid flipped back through the papers and found James’s address and telephone number in Bezira.
    “Bingo!” Rashid exclaimed.
    “I beg your pardon, Your Highness,” the head of security said.
    “I said, ‘Bingo.’ It’s an English phrase that I learnt when I was studying at Oxford. It means I’ve got what I want.”
    “Excellent. I am so pleased that I could be of service.” The man bowed low. The look of relief on his face was overwhelming.
    “What else do you have on Angelina Smith?” Rashid asked.
    “This is it.” The man showed Rashid the papers with a copy of Angelina’s tourist visa application and the copy of her passport.
    “But this is the information that I need. This is the person I’m looking for. I’m not interested in Mrs Smith and Mr Smith. I want to know about Miss Smith, Angelina Smith.”
    The head of security’s face dropped. “Of course, Your Highness. I will see to it personally, straight away.”
    “Thank you.” Rashid placed his hand on the man’s shoulder. “This means a great deal to me. When you and your men have finished this investigation, I will make sure that you are all suitably rewarded. Your hard work will not go unnoticed.”
    “Your Highness is too kind.”
    As the head of security left the reception room in Rashid’s palace, he overheard Rashid telling his secretary to make sure that all the staff in the security division got a ten per cent pay rise and that the head of the division should also be rewarded a twenty thousand dollar bonus.
    Everything that was on any government file about Angelina Smith was on Rashid’s desk the next morning, along with a note from his father, the sultan, demanding a meeting.
     

Chapter 7
     
    When Rashid woke up the next day, he wasn’t in the best of moods. He had gone to James Smith’s villa the previous evening, only to find that they were out and after waiting for much of the evening, he finally gave up and came home. However, he was pleased to see that Angelina’s file had arrived and read through it eagerly. He learnt that Angelina was an exceptionally bright student. She had been a star pupil at both school and college, and as a result had just been accepted into one of the UK’s best law schools. She was also a keen tennis player and Rashid was thankful that he’d allowed a friend to teach him while he was at Oxford. Although he wasn’t very good, he could at least have a half-decent game.
    However, Rashid was less pleased about his father’s summons. His father never asked to see him unless it was about something serious. Maybe the sultan had changed his mind and decided that Rashid had to marry Chrystal, though it was unlikely that his father would go back on a promise. As he drove to his father’s palace, he tried to remember whether his father had actually promised to allow him to choose his own wife. Rashid counted the days. He had eleven days left to convince Angelina to marry him.
    Even though he had only met her once, he was sure that she was the one. Many of his Arab friends married women on the basis of much flimsier information and some of his friends didn’t even meet their wives until the wedding ceremony. In contrast, Rashid knew a reasonable amount of information about her and her parents. She was clever and both her parents seemed to be successful. If her parents were divorced, that was only a minor problem; many couples were and his own parents spent so much of the year apart that they were effectively separated. In addition, and most importantly, Rashid had actually met his future wife and even though they had only spent a few brief moments together, it was enough for him