CHAPTER 12
IN THE LOBBY, I found Adam standing beside a small Egyptian man with half a dozen gold chains around his neck. His eyes gleamed when he saw me. The Egyptian man’s, not Adam’s. Adam was too busy looking out the door at the…
“Quad bikes? We’re riding on quad bikes?”
“Sure seems that way.”
“Where are we going?”
“Up to the mountains to watch the moon rise. We’ll see if it really does have the power to heal a broken soul.”
“Oh my gosh, you remembered! We talked about that ages ago.”
He tapped his head. “An elephant never forgets.”
Or, it would seem, a hot diving student.
The greasy Egyptian addressed my chest. Which, granted, was about at his eye level, but he could at least have made the effort to look up.
“Visiting Jebel Hilal can change your life.”
“Let’s hope so.”
Ada
