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mitted his mistakes and took full responsibility for the havoc he'd caused. Then he pressed on. No, the Russians had no interest in what he was selling. They had their own satellites and couldn't afford to negotiate for more. No, the Israelis never had a deal. They were on the fringes, close enough to know that a deal with the Saudis was looming. The Saudis were desperate to purchase JAM. They had a few satellites of their own, but nothing to match Neptune. Nothing could match Neptune, not even the latest generation of American satellites. The Saudis had actually seen the four disks. In a tightly controlled experiment, two agents from their secret police were given a demonstration of the software by the three Pakistanis. It took place in a computer lab on the campus of the University of Maryland, and it had been a dazzling, very convincing display. Backman had watched it, as had Hubbard. The Saudis offered $100 million for JAM. Hubbard, who fancied himself a close friend of the Saudis, was the point man during the negotiations. A "transaction fee" of $1 million was paid, the money wired to an account in Zurich. Hubbard and Backman countered with half a billion. Then all hell broke loose. The feds attacked with warrants, indictments, investigations, and the Saudis got spooked. Hubbard got murdered. Joel fled to the safety of prison, leaving a wide path of destruction behind and some angry people with serious grudges. The forty-five-minute summary ended without a single interruption. When Joel finished, none of the three on the other side of the table was taking notes. They were too busy listening. "I'm sure we can talk to the Israelis," Major Roland said. "If they're convinced the Saudis will never get their hands on JAM, then they'll rest much easier. We've had discussions with them over the years. JAM has been a favorite topic. I'm quite sure they can be placated." "What about the Saudis?" "They've asked about it too, at the highest levels. We have a lot of common interests these days. I'm confident they'll relax if they

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John Grisham - 2005

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