It was supposed to be a routine assignment. Nothing Dangerous. Nothing Sticky. Just track down the famous missing Afghan Dragon─a national treasure worth in the neighborhood of five million dollars. The neighborhood was very rough, though. The missing Dragon had become a cause célebré. The Middle East had a brand new powderkeg. And Sam was sitting right on top of it. Durell was not happy. Someone was using him as a patsy. Someone had betrayed him. Someone on his own team. . . **From Back Cover Blurb**