Chapters (84)
- Cover
- Title Page
- Dedication
- Acknowledgments
- Character List
- February 2018
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10
- April 2018: (Three Months Later)
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- September 2020: (Two Years Later)
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- October 2020: (One Week Later)
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 22
- November 2020: (One Month Later)
- Chapter 23
- Chapter 24
- Chapter 25
- Chapter 26
- Chapter 27
- Chapter 28
- Chapter 29
- Chapter 30
- Chapter 31
- Chapter 32
- December 2020: (Four Days Later)
- Chapter 33
- Chapter 34
- Chapter 35
- Chapter 36
- Chapter 37
- Chapter 38
- Chapter 39
- Chapter 40
- Chapter 41
- Chapter 42
- June 2021: (Six Months Later)
- Chapter 43
- Chapter 44
- Chapter 45
- Chapter 46
- Chapter 47
- Chapter 48
- July 2021: (Three Weeks Later)
- Chapter 49
- Chapter 50
- Chapter 51
- August 2021: (One Month Later)
- Chapter 52
- Chapter 53
- Chapter 54
- Chapter 55
- Chapter 56
- Chapter 57
- Chapter 58
- Chapter 59
- Chapter 60
- Chapter 61
- Chapter 62
- Chapter 63
- Chapter 64
- Chapter 65
- September 2021: (One Week Later)
- Chapter 66
- Authors’ Note
- “It Was the Perfect Day—Until the Gunfire.”
- Behold Israel
The realization of what he’d lost came over Saad. This yacht was his kingdom, his refuge. All the hours he put in at his office in Doha were just so he could disappear for weeks at a time to some new destination. He could fly to Europe or Asia or Australia or the Americas and there would be his home waiting for him just off the coast.
And that Saudi fool had just taken that from him. Saad stood and started toward the stairs.
The general caught up with him and took his arm. “Whoa, where are you going?”
“It’s Kamal’s fault. He stole this from me. He needs to pay.”
Mousavi laughed. “Habibi, you won’t get by his bodyguard. You’ll end up getting yourself killed on your own boat.” He led him back to the bar. “Besides, you needn’t worry. Kamal will pay. I will make sure he’s a dead man before this year is out. I can even make sure your name is the last word he hears in this life.”
Saad sat on a stool with a vicious smile on his face. “Thank you, Arash. I would like that.”
“So while you are still somewhat clearheaded, I need to know what we are to do now.”
“You mean how do we get off this giant worthless bucket of bolts?” Saad asked with a bitter laugh.
“That’s what I mean.”
“We can’t! That’s the funny part. We’re stuck, at least for now.”
Mousavi’s face was beginning to darken, and Saad realized the general had been calm only because he was pacifying a drunk. His serenity had lasted only so long. Pushing his glass away, he tried to force himself sober.
“Can we shoot off any flares?” asked the general.
“No. The last thing we want is attention. I’m not sure why no one has been sent to us yet because of our AIS losing power, but I’m perfectly happy they haven’t. I don’t want the Indian Coast Guard coming aboard and finding armed men and freshly made bullet holes.”
“So what do we do?”
“Nothing. Just enjoy the last night on board the yacht the best we can. In the morning, my office will try to contact me as they do every morning. When they are unable to, they will dispatch a discreet search. Once they discover us stranded, they’ll transport us to shore.”
“And there’s nothing else we can do in the meantime? There is no other way ashore?”
“The Jews were very thorough. They scuttled the lifeboats and destroyed every mode of transportation. They obviously wanted to be very sure we didn’t follow them.”