"Good luck." Armand Hains pretended to leave.
Hassan Hussein finally stood up and urged, "Agent Armand Hains, please wait a moment..."
Armand Hains turned his head to look at him.
Hassan Hussein spoke again, "Give me half an hour. I'll try to find out the whereabouts of Hard Abbas, but I can't guarantee it."
Maitita Abbas's face turned a bit unsightly, "Sheikh..."
Hassan Hussein waved his hand, signaling him not to speak, "Go find him."
"But..."
"Do as I say." Hassan Hussein's tone was calm, yet exuded an undeniable authority.
"Yes." Maitita Abbas glared at Armand Hains and left the small courtyard in dejection.
Luke didn't say a word, just sat quietly on a chair watching. He was curious about this immigrant community.
They were very united, preferred living together, and retained their ethnic characteristics and religious culture.
They didn't want to integrate into mainstream American society and mostly engaged in marginal work related to construction.
