Hezbollah Compound, Beqaa Valley SouthI
t was a fast and frustrating trip from El Qaa to wherever the hell he was now. Shake hadn’t been able to check his watch during the trip. In fact, he was surprised they’d left it strapped to his wrist. The men took everything else he had on his body and dumped his stuff into a little sack along with his passport and wallet. The Hezbollah escorts jammed a hood over his head and kept him buried under a tarp all the way. During their three stops, the man he thought was the commander slapped him around and shouted at someone along the road. Then they were off and running again with the driver jamming gears and leaning on the accelerator. Shake was fairly sure the general direction of travel was south or from higher ground to lower as his ears popped sev
