All six flights. Led her into the living room and pointed to a chair. She sat, with her knees together and her purse on her lap. Ragnar was conversing with a Somali, using Arabic. She had no idea who the man was or what was being said. The man was Yousef el-Din, and he was unhappy. Ragnar had refused to let his men in to see the captives, or to help guard them, or to talk with the journalists who were doing interviews in the town and with al-Said in front of the fortress. Ragnar quickly deduced that Yousef wanted to be on television himself, and he was merely talking around that fact. He wanted to tell the world about the prowess of the Shabab, of the power of Islam. He wanted the world to see him. Presumably if his fame as a holy warrior were to spread far and wide, his standing in the Shabab would be enhanced. Ragnar considered the matter carefully while he eyed Nora Neidlinger and her magnificent chest. He had never before seen a surgically enhanced bosom, and the sight fascinated him.
