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Chapters (48)
  1. PART ONE The Door of Death
  2. 1. London
  3. 2. Jerusalem
  4. 3. Jerusalem
  5. 4. Vatican City
  6. 5. Vatican City
  7. 6. Vatican City
  8. 7. Rome
  9. 8. Venice
  10. 9. Jerusalem
  11. PART TWO Dr. Gachet’s Daughter
  12. 10. Ein Kerem, Jerusalem
  13. 11. London
  14. 12. Tel Megiddo, Israel
  15. 13. London
  16. 14. The Marais, Paris
  17. 15. The Marais, Paris
  18. 16. McLean, Virginia
  19. 17. Georgetown
  20. 18. London
  21. 19. London
  22. 20. London
  23. 21. London
  24. PART THREE The Night Journey
  25. 22. Harbor Island, Bahamas
  26. 23. Off the Bahamas
  27. 24. Gustavia, Saint-Barthélemy
  28. 25. Gustavia, Saint-Barthélemy
  29. 26. Pointe Mangin, Saint-Barthélemy
  30. 27. Gustavia Harbor, Saint-Barthélemy
  31. 28. CIA Headquarters
  32. 29. Off Saint Maarten
  33. 30. Saint Maarten
  34. 31. Kloten, Switzerland
  35. 32. Zurich
  36. 33. Zug, Switzerland
  37. 34. Canton Uri, Switzerland
  38. 35. Canton Uri, Switzerland
  39. 36. Zug, Switzerland
  40. 37. Vatican City
  41. 38. Rome
  42. PART FOUR The Witness
  43. 39. Washington
  44. 40. Tiberias, Israel
  45. 41. Paris: August
  46. 42. Istanbul: August
  47. AUTHOR’S NOTE
  48. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

“That’s what the little man said who sold it to me, but I never use it that way.”

He held out his enormous hand. “Your telephone, please. I can assure you it will be well cared for.”

“I have work to do. I can’t be cut off from the world.”

“You’re more than welcome to use our shipboard satellite phone system.”

And you’ll be listening in, won’t you?

She dug her phone from her handbag, switched off the power, and surrendered it to him.

“Now your camera, please. Mr. al-Bakari does not like cameras around when he is trying to relax. It is against the rules to photograph him, his employees, or any of his guests.”

“Are there other guests besides me?”

He ignored her question. “Did you bring a BlackBerry or any other kind of PDA?”

She showed it to him. He held out his hand.

“If you read my e-mail, so help me—”

“We have no desire to read your e-mail. Please, Miss Sarah, the sooner we get this over with, the sooner you can settle in and relax.”

She handed him the BlackBerry.

“Did you bring an iPod or any other type of personal stereo?”

“You’ve got to be kidding.”

“Mr. al-Bakari believes personal stereos are rude and inconsiderate. Your room contains a state-of-the-art audio and visual entertainment system. You won’t need your own.”

She gave him the iPod.

“Any other electronics?”

“A hair dryer.”

He held out his hand.

“You can’t take a girl’s hair dryer.”

“You have one in your bathroom that’s compatible with the ship’s electrical system. In the meantime, let me have yours, just so there’s no confusion.”

“I promise not to use it.”

“Your hair dryer, please, Miss Sarah.”

She pulled the hair dryer from her suitcase and gave it to him.

“Mr. al-Bakari has left a gift for you in the closet. I’m sure he would be flattered if you wore it to dinner. It’s scheduled for nine o’clock this evening. I suggest you try to sleep until then. You’ve had a long day—and then there’s the time difference, of course.”

“Of course.”

“Would you like to be awakened at eight o’clock?”

“I can manage on my own. I brought a travel alarm clock.”

He smiled humorlessly. “I’ll need that, too.”