Robbin's words were like a stone thrown into calm water, stirring waves in Lemont's heart.
He froze for a moment, then quickly understood the deeper meaning.
"You mean... Song Heping's transaction this time is only for that batch of 'ordinary' equipment?" Lemont asked, "And for the sensitive equipment valued at 300 million dollars, does he have other plans?"
Robbin stood up and walked back to the floor-to-ceiling window.
Outside, Baghdad's noontime sun was blazing, casting sharp shadows on the buildings of the Green Zone.
This city always swayed between light and shadow, much like the game they were playing.
