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Saudi Arabia
At least the night offered some form of respite from the searing temperatures. The lumpy stone wall felt cool against Driver’s back as she sat on the floor in the shadows of her cell. She put a finger to her nose and peeled away a thin crust of blood, clotted following the strike of an elbow from one of Kovac’s guards.
Driver turned her head to the right, her mouth dry. Like her British counterpart, she’d been deprived of water. Wells, meanwhile, sat with his back to the same wall on the other side of a double row of thick metal bars. Cast in moonlight, his head was down, with elbows resting on his knees, rubbing the back of his neck where he’d taken the force of a rifle butt.
It was quiet in the cells, the walls built out of solid rock with solid steel doors. They were
