PASSPORT TO VENGEANCE
PROLOGUE
On the night Zeki al-Khafouli nearly lost a kidney, he came close to having sex for the second time in his life. Later he remembered only the sight of Susan’s firm little breast and the feel on his palms of her round, bare buttocks under the skirt.
Something hit his head, then just over his right kidney. Susan’s voice came from far, far; “Daddy! Sorreee...”
The one-man gang who beat him up was Henry Ohrbach; twice Zeki’s age, twice his weight, and the girl’s father. He had a sixth sense for horny women, and a temper so violent he was widely known to black out when aroused.
Zeki was stupid about America and Arab to his soul.
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