How a small favor provided the key to an ancient slave-raiding kingdom.
…Chirac or no Chirac, I wasn’t going to die of stupidity in this hell hole.
The driver complied without waiting for my instructions. It was clear I was no longer in control of my own freedom.
What the hell was a girl with a manicure doing wallowing miserably on the floor in this house 40 kilometers from Sudan?
Why send a couple of Green Berets to a place no one seemed to care about?