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they had been discussing.
    After the man had left, she breathed a little easier. Dr. Gammal seemed excited as he told her they would soon be arriving at a beautiful island. He studied her for a few moments and smiled, as if to reassure her that everything would be all right. Then he said, as he fiddled with his clothing, “Now, my girl, you will open your pretty mouth.”

5
    After stubbing out his cigarette on the solid gold ashtray, Ziad took off his shoes and entered the expansive suite on the upper deck of the Princess Aliya, continuing through to the covered deck outside where Sheik Khalid Yubani lay prone on a massage table. He looked fit and muscle-toned, having lost a good twenty pounds since the Egyptian girl, Sheriti, had started as his personal trainer. Khalid's sister, Rubi, sat beside the massage table, wet hair wrapped in a towel, jotting notes as he dictated instructions.
    Sheriti, wearing a lycra micro bikini that revealed tan lines across her buttocks and around her breasts, knelt astride Khalid’s back and dug her thumbs into the muscles on either side of his spine. Her skin glistened and, as Ziad watched, a bead of sweat drizzled off her collarbone onto the swell of a breast. Holding his cell phone unobtrusively against his chest, he pressed the video button. He would enjoy watching her again later, back in his cabin. He adjusted his crotch to hide the discomfort and waited until Khalid had finished his instructions to Rubi.
    “Good morning, Highness,” he said eventually, “I have a few matters to report.”
    Khalid grunted.
    Ziad switched from Arabic to French. Sheriti didn’t speak French. “We’ve completed unloading the weapons for Al Shabaab and we’ve taken on board the orphans. We’ll be leaving Mogadishu within the hour. Rubi, could you please generate an invoice for Sheik Taldari, for the Al Shabaab consignment? One point two million euros. We also need to invoice Al Qaeda for the explosives we unloaded off Yemen yesterday. Two million US dollars.”
    “Make it four million,” Khalid said. “Sheik Abidi is paying on behalf of Al Qaeda, through the Hunnafite Orphan Foundation.” He chuckled.
    “Yes, brother.” Rubi jotted down the details.
    “On second thoughts, make it six.”
    “Abidi would not accept six,” Rubi said. “He may accept five.”
    “Ah! It is like a mosquito bite to him.”
    “You know he doesn’t like to be overcharged, brother.”
    Khalid grunted as Sheriti dug her elbow into his back. “Five it shall be, then.”
    Ziad moved closer to take in Sheriti’s scent—a heady fragrance of floral and sweet citrus, with a hint of musk. He licked his lips, his eyes addicted to the hypnotic movement of her slim, toned body. As if to further provoke him, she glanced back and smiled, her full, dark lips revealing a mouth of perfect, white teeth.
    She had joined them eight months earlier after Khalid had met her working at the Grand Hyatt in Cairo. Ziad’s contacts in Egyptian Security reported her clean: she was an only child, her parents had been killed by Israeli bombs in Beirut, and her only close relative was an old aunt in Cairo.
    Enjoy it while it lasts, pretty Sheriti. Ziad knew Khalid would eventually tire of her, as he had with his last two personal trainers, and when he did, Sheriti would be his… until he too grew bored with her. When eventually they dumped her overboard, she wouldn’t be missed.
    “I have good news, Highness,” he said excitedly. “We may have located a suitable donor for your father. She has the same rare blood type, AB negative. We have a few more tests to undertake, but Dr. Gammal is hopeful she will be a serotype suitable for your father. She could be the one in a million. An American girl, from the shipment supplied by the Frenchman. We have her aboard now.”
    Khalid raised his head for a moment. “Wonderful news. It is Allah’s will. We must take good care of her, Ziad.”
    “Yes, Highness. Do you wish to see her?”
    “Why