CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Petra gazed at the city lights below and tried not to concentrate on a single spot. Though the revolving café at the top of Kuwait Tower crept round at a barely detectible speed, the idea that she was dining with Mouzah while scanning the city and sea shoreline every thirty minutes from four hundred feet above did nothing to alleviate her headache.
A waiter served their salads, and her temples throbbed. She moved the salt and pepper shakers next to the white ceramic vase in the middle of the table. The trio formed a replica of the three landmark towers of Kuwait City: a white slender tower, another tower which held a blue water tank, and the third main tower carrying two blue spheres, one above the other. The lower and bigger sphere housed a restaurant and the upper sphe
