Jihad

CHAPTER 115

Kenan got to the Mexico City bus station with only ten minutes to spare. But that was enough — he already had a ticket and remembered the way to the boarding area quite clearly. He joined the queue and got a seat about halfway down the aisle.

Kenan still held the paperback he’d found at the St. Louis airport in his hand. He was convinced that the book was a sign that God was watching him.

Just as the bus driver started to close the door, another passenger ran up. The man boarded the bus; though there were plenty of empty seats, he sat next to Kenan.

For a moment, Kenan bristled. Then the man took a small Koran from his pocket.

With trembling fingers, Kenan took out his own and showed it to his guide.