The Kilkenny Cats - The Search for Yaser Abdel Said Vol. 4 (Paperback)

He was an old man in a child's body--well, not an old man, a middle-aged man but the principle was the same. He didn't belong there. He wanted out. There was a lot of things a ten-year-old couldn't do. He couldn't belly up to a bar and order a cold one, he couldn't drive a Zephyr Eight at breakneck speed along Boiling Run; he couldn't unsnap Miss Carbuncle's bra in a hot and hasty tumble in a haystack--not that the preteen version of Bernard Piffy hadn'thad a lot of hot and hasty tumbles with the ladies but it wasn't as much fun on the deck of a flop-flop-slopping helicopter or in a room at Dr. Frankenstein's with the ladies armed with weapons that would have terrified a Caped Crusader. No, he would not miss being ten years old. The problem was how to get to where he would no longer be ten years old. A jail cell in Egypt was the not the best place to start. But he was a kid and he had a cruise ship to catch. He could handle anything--the Egyptian secret police, terrorists, dead Jihadists, axe murderers, sharks and snippity UN helicopter pilots like Rochelle Hinds who hated his guts and was converting to Islam. He was boy--hear him roar