CHAPTER ONE
Sami Amara never imagined he would welcome the stench of a neglected public restroom. He ran into the farthest stall, slammed the flimsy door shut and pushed the teenage girl into the corner by the filthy toilet.
Rolls of gunfire outside competed with deafening shrieks and anguished screams. If one of the shooters assaulting the mall in Istanbul airport continued to spray bullets, the teen would at least have the protection of the chipped commode.
Sami had swept off the stunned girl standing in his path the instant he regained balance. An explosion had ripped through the café they were about to enter and spared them. Aiming for the safety of the restroom, Sami hauled the girl away from the mutilated bodies before her.
Thin, lanky and shaking violently, the teen clung to Sam
