Someone had tried to fuck him the first night, and the Russian had killed the idiot before he could even open his mouth in protest. He was the Only other professional there, and he was unapproachable. And then there was this tall blond pig of a Russian over in the corner This Russian was not to be known, Rashid understood. Not once had he uttered a sound, although they had removed everything on him that could be pulled off with a pair of pliers. There was Rashid himself proud to be a Shi'ite Muslim and a Hezbollah guerrilla. Syrians were probably spies of one sort or another, more than likely industrial. They gave true Palestinian fighters a bad name, screaming under torture, wetting themselves and having nothing of importance to disclose when they quickly broke. From what he surmised they were nothing more than workmen, drivers or ex-army thieves, the usual Shiite dregs. There were also six nondescript Palestinians, none known to Rashid. This kept the others in a murderous mood. One of their number had been beaten badly during capture and was raving with fever and gangrene. The cell contained, so far as Rashid al-Assad had been able to gather, three Lebanese commandos who kept to themselves and were dreaded even more than their jailers. The only amenity offered was a hole in the center of the concrete floor which served as a toilet. It was ten by twelve and stank of sweat, filth and fear. 1 DETENTION COMPLEX‹HAIFA The cell held fifteen men. And most of all, Comelia, for bringing me hot tea and love until I finished. Judy Swerling, who kept me reasonably sane John Power, Larry Angen, Andrea Eastman, Robert Newman, and Sam Fischer, all for being smarter and tougher than I am and with such grace Michael Korda, for your faith in me my friends, who didn't laugh my family and my kids, Jonathan and Jessica, who give me my beginnings and ends. who endured my absences from our film work and never flagged in the friendship Laurie Bernstein for all the hard work and support Dr. I thank them all from the bottom of my heart: Jeff Fenner, T om Baum, Richard Marcus, Leslie King, and David Baden, for being there with me in the trenches Ellen Geiger, who supported this project, and me as a novelist, when the story was a notion and I was untested Bliss Holland, for introducing me to Ellen Marianne Maddalena. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS As a first-time novelist I needed all the help I could get, and there are many people without whom this book would not have been written.
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