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It is 1990 and in Baghdad two lovers are separated by the impending First Gulf War. CIA operative Rik Bogart is desperately seeking television correspondent Ingrid Johannson -- but is instead picked up by Saddam’s Secret Police and thrown into Abu Graib -- the Prison of the Dead. Ten years later, he must make a fateful decision after finally reuniting with her -- one that may keep them apart forever. How far would YOU go for your true love?
,br> This iheart-pounding thriller is written by a former international defense contractor who brings incredible realism and thrilling insights into the days leading up to Saddam’s brutal regime downfall and provides a chilling account of life inside the infamous Prison of the Dead.
"It's as much a love story as it is a runaway thriller." Midwest Book Review
Enjoy an Excerpt
Baghdad, 1989 -- The Eve of Saddam’s Invasion of Kuwait
The waiter appeared within seconds and poured the glass of water for Tariq.
“Do you study the desert, Rik?” he asked as soon as we were seated.
“I try to learn its lessons.”
“Then you know sands shift quickly, often for no apparent reason.”
“It seems there is usually a wind somewhere.”
Tariq seemed genuinely delighted. “Ah! You not only observe but seek to understand why.”
I answered, “It’s one of my gravest faults,” as Tariq took a sip of water.
Looking at me as if trying to judge me, Tariq finally responded, “There is much about the desert one cannot fathom. Trying to understand everything is fruitless.”
I finally had a glimmer of where he wanted this to go. “But you seem to understand more than most, Tariq. Perhaps for the right price you can enlighten me?”
Tariq seemed to consider a series of memories. “We have indeed exchanged many valuable things over the years,” he observed.
“How valuable is this one?” I inquired.
He motioned to the waiter, who arrived instantly. “Lamb kebobs and falafel.” Tariq motioned so the waiter knew he ordered for both of us. When the waiter disappeared inside, Tariq answered, “I understand you are not a connoisseur of sheep brains.”
“Hasn’t made my list of favorite foods yet,” I responded.
He nodded his happiness that he had another piece of information about me correct and could display it for me.
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