Scoundrel
Chapter One
August 1, 1990 was my fortieth birthday. Sophie, my
lover for the past three years, left me for a younger man,
the cat fell sick, and the next morning Saddam Hussein invaded
Kuwait.
Welcome to the best years of my life.
Three weeks later Shafiq asked if I could deliver a boat from
the Mediterranean to America. Hannah, my part-time secretary,
had taken Shafiq's telephone call and late that afternoon
she came to the fishing harbor to give me the day's news.
"Who called?" At first I thought I must have misheard her. I
was working in a trawler's engine room with the motor going.
"Who called?" I shouted up through the open hatch again.
"Shafiq." Hannah shrugged. "No other name, just Shafiq.
He said you know him."
I knew him all right, knew him well enough to wonder
just what the hell was coming next. Shafiq! For God's sake!
"He wanted what?"
"He wants a boat delivered."
"When?"
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