Chapters (48)
- PART ONE The Door of Death
- 1. London
- 2. Jerusalem
- 3. Jerusalem
- 4. Vatican City
- 5. Vatican City
- 6. Vatican City
- 7. Rome
- 8. Venice
- 9. Jerusalem
- PART TWO Dr. Gachet’s Daughter
- 10. Ein Kerem, Jerusalem
- 11. London
- 12. Tel Megiddo, Israel
- 13. London
- 14. The Marais, Paris
- 15. The Marais, Paris
- 16. McLean, Virginia
- 17. Georgetown
- 18. London
- 19. London
- 20. London
- 21. London
- PART THREE The Night Journey
- 22. Harbor Island, Bahamas
- 23. Off the Bahamas
- 24. Gustavia, Saint-Barthélemy
- 25. Gustavia, Saint-Barthélemy
- 26. Pointe Mangin, Saint-Barthélemy
- 27. Gustavia Harbor, Saint-Barthélemy
- 28. CIA Headquarters
- 29. Off Saint Maarten
- 30. Saint Maarten
- 31. Kloten, Switzerland
- 32. Zurich
- 33. Zug, Switzerland
- 34. Canton Uri, Switzerland
- 35. Canton Uri, Switzerland
- 36. Zug, Switzerland
- 37. Vatican City
- 38. Rome
- PART FOUR The Witness
- 39. Washington
- 40. Tiberias, Israel
- 41. Paris: August
- 42. Istanbul: August
- AUTHOR’S NOTE
- ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
The trunk flew open. Two unfamiliar faces peered down at her; four hands seized her and lifted her out. They stood her upright and let go of her, but her knees buckled and she collapsed into the snow. This proved to be a source of great amusement to them, and they stood around laughing for several moments before once again lifting her to her feet.
She looked around. They were in the middle of a large clearing, surrounded by towering fir and pine. There was an A-shaped chalet with a steeply pitched roof and a separate outbuilding of some sort, next to which were parked two four-wheel-drive jeeps. It was snowing heavily. To Sarah, still veiled, it seemed the sky was raining ash.
Muhammad appeared and grunted something in Arabic to the two men holding her upright. They took a step toward the chalet, expecting Sarah to walk with them, but her legs were rigid with cold and would not function. She tried to tell them she was freezing to death but could not speak. There was one benefit to the cold: she had long forgotten the pain of the blows she had taken in her face and abdomen.
They took her by the arms and waist and dragged her. Her legs trailed behind, and her feet carved twin trenches in the snow. Soon they were ablaze with the cold. She tried to remember what shoes she had put on that morning. Flat-soled sandals, she remembered suddenly—the ones Nadia had bought for her in Gustavia to go with the outfit she’d worn to Le Tetou.
They went to the back of the chalet. Here the trees were closer, no more than thirty yards from the structure, and a single frozen sentry was standing watch, smoking a cigarette and stamping his boots against the cold. The outer wall of the house was overhung by the eaves of the roof and stacked with firewood. They dragged her through a doorway, then down a flight of cement stairs. Still unable to walk, Sarah’s frozen feet banged on each step. She began to cry in pain, a shivering tremulous wail to which her tormentors paid no heed.
They came to another door, which was tightly closed and secured by a padlock. A guard opened the lock, then the door, then threw a light switch. Muhammad entered the room first. The guards brought Sarah next.