CHAPTER 21
WE RACKED OUR brains, trying to think of a way out of a seemingly impossible situation. In my head, I cursed Fidda Hilal and everyone who’d turned a blind eye to Captain Ibrahim and his abusive ways.
“How about the media?” Kat suggested. “Maybe we could get some journalists involved. If the story was in the public domain, Captain Ibrahim would find it harder to cover things up.”
“I’m pretty sure we can’t just call The Times and ask them to run a piece.” They were far too busy writing about the prime minister’s alleged affair and the third runway at Heathrow. “Even if we managed to get hold of somebody and they agreed to do it, it’d probably take them months to send a reporter out.”
“I hate to say it,” Adam said, “but newspapers aren’t going to be very interested in an Egypti
