Ginger St. Johns had three enviable qualities: she was beautiful, with a shape like a super model, she was incredibly intelligent and she was a true redhead. One of those qualities was in high demand worldwide. She had moved out of Jud’s condo, ostensibly to save his life. Her current boyfriend was not only a bad lover, but as exciting as a chess match on Monday night in Slovenia. He had a conniption when she told him she was going on a cruise to the Mediterranean on a two hundred and fifty million dollar world-class yacht. She was too smart to leave on a cruise with a seventy year old Indonesian billionaire or a hyper rich older Japanese businessman. But the owner of the yacht was Italian, thirty-five, nouveau riche, and four other women were also going on the cruise. She reasoned, “What could possibly go wrong?”