The Saudis had been difficult. No, the tribe of Djann who really owned the oil rights to the entire region, were difficult. And they didn't like Angel all that much, either. Still, a settlement had been reached. Back aboard the company jet somewhere over Japan, Angel sorted through a stack of photocopied ledger entries dating back to the 1700s: Moira had managed to get Darina's tuition reduced in return for mending altar cloths and vestments. There was a bill for a tiny length of fine India muslin and the thread to sew it into a little girl's dress. Beneath was another for a tiny pair of white shoes and fine silk stockings - there were no bills for anything a grown woman would need in the entire lot.
Angel sat there, eyes closed for a long time before he made a few calls on his cell: Rodeo Drive had an eccentric clientele; a call at 2 a.m. long after most of the shops were closed wasn't terribly out of the ordinary.
