By the late afternoon light of a Saudi sun, Bob Cornuke could barely make out the cinder block walls stained with the sweat of previous prisoners. He had only a scrap of rug to separate him from the dirt floor of this makeshift cell, and he had never felt more alone in his entire life. Just hours ago, he and a friend were, literally, on top of the world-adventurers fresh from a startling discovery that would rock the foundations of biblical archaeology. Now he was a captive of Saudi Arabia's Frontier Forces, swaggering Bedouins with goatees, dark faces, and billowing robes. He was never more convinced of his mortality, and that his destiny now consisted of a few final breaths and an unmarked grave of sand. Read more ...