Mediterranean, skirting Turkey’s southern flank, Lebanon and Palestine.
‘They’re going to Egypt,’ said Herrick, leaning into the conference phone.
‘It looks like that,’ said the Chief.
‘It fits with today’s line of questioning,’ she said. ‘The only thing they wanted to demonstrate in front of me was that Khan was Jasur Faisal – the man whose papers he was carrying. Faisal is wanted all over the Middle East, and in Egypt for the murder of a newspaper editor.’
‘Yes,’ said the Chief quietly. ‘It means of course that the Albanians wouldn’t want to be answerable for the degree of torture they’re planning. This has happened before, in 1998.’ There was a long pause during which Harland and Herrick wondered if the line had dropped. ‘It complicates things a great deal.’ Another pause. ‘Yes, what we shall want you to do for the moment is to have that serious talk with Loz, using the information I sent you earlier. See how he responds. I’ll get back to you. Oh, by the way, we’re going to change encryption on the next call.’ He told Harland to enter a six-digit code into the computer through which the phone was routed, then hung up.
As Harland worked at the keyboard, Herrick asked, ‘What did Loz say to you that made you and the Chief so interested?’
‘He told me that Khan knows the identities of two terrorist leaders who were already talking about al-Qaeda activity in the mid-nineties. He and Khan talked to at least one of them when they last saw each other in ninety- seven.’
‘But surely Loz is just trying to get us to spring his friend?’ she said. ‘He’s bound to exaggerate the importance of Khan’s information.’
‘It’s a tip that the Chief ’s not prepared to ignore. He has very good reasons to think Loz is telling the truth, but I don’t know what they are.’
‘But what’s the point?’ she asked. ‘If Khan is in Cairo, we can forget it. The only thing the Egyptians are concerned with is what target he’s planning to attack, who his contacts are, and where he was trained. They’ll be asking the questions the Americans want answers to, but with a cattle prod. When he denies being involved in a specific plot they’ll torture him to a point where he has to dream up some cock and bull story. Meanwhile they’ll miss the really valuable information.’
‘One of the minor problems with torture,’ said Harland grimly. He picked up the phone and told Tyrrel to bring Loz in.
Loz’s buoyant expression collapsed when they told him that Khan had been taken to Cairo. ‘This is very, very bad news,’ he said, shaking his head and working his hands.
‘Well, we’re still evaluating what this means,’ said Harland, steering him to a chair away from the computers. ‘But it doesn’t look good, I grant you that.’ He paused and rubbed his chin, as though wondering how to proceed, then he focused on Loz. ‘Isis had an encounter with one of the nastier scumbags of our time tonight, a man called Marenglen who is head of the local secret service here. It’s a curious name which I understand is made from the first three letters of Marx, Engels and Lenin – a name forged in desperate communist times when people needed to ingratiate themselves with the regime.’ He stopped again. ‘Interestingly, it’s the same kind of formation as TriBeCa in New York, the Triangle Below Canal. But I probably can’t tell you anything about TriBeCa, Doctor.’ He let that hang in the stuffy atmosphere of the Communications room and looked down at Loz intently. Herrick wondered where the hell this was leading.
‘This Marenglen,’ continued Harland, ‘was picked up when he came to the LSE in London on a scholarship in 1987, and he was trained by former colleagues who of course had no idea that communism was about to collapse in Albania. He was a good spot because he was exceptionally clever, and useful to us after Enver Hoxha’s death, but Marenglen turned out to be a rotten apple, as bad a man as you could ever meet. There is literally no crime in Albania that Marenglen does not in some way supervise from the safety of his position. Coming in contact with this man is like handling a test tube of bubonic plague. I do not exaggerate.’ Loz looked mystified. ‘We are here because of you, Dr Loz, and because of your friend. Isis took a big risk this evening to see if she could help Khan and that’s when she came across Marenglen. It could have ended very badly for her but she took that risk because of you and your friend. But you know something? We don’t really have any idea about either you or Khan. So, I want you to help us. Tell us everything about you.’
‘Absolutely,’ said Loz, eagerly leaning forward, hands clasped around his knee. ‘But what more do you want?’
‘You should understand your position,’ said Harland. ‘You’re in Albania illegally. You travelled here on a forged passport and have none of the correct visa requirements. Remember, this was Khan’s only crime in Albania, and yet he was held and beaten up. If they find that his main contact is also here, they are very likely to do exactly the same to you. Who knows, you may even end up in the same Egyptian jail.’
‘But your responsibility is to help me.’ A fleeting, rather professional smile crossed his face. ‘That’s what the Secretary-General instructed you to do.’
Harland shook his head. ‘Believe me, Doctor, what happens to you is entirely my choice now.’
‘So what do you want me to tell you?’
‘Ninety-seven. What were you doing in 1997?’
‘I was in New York, studying osteopathy. You know that!’ he smiled at Herrick as though Harland was now being quite impossible.
‘And the real estate business? How did that fit into your life?’
Loz’s gaze hardened. ‘What do you mean?’
‘We know all about that. We know that while you were studying, you were also investing large sums in Manhattan developments. I have a figure of sixty million dollars, but London believes the amount transferred to you through twenty accounts may be two or three times that figure. All of it was placed at your disposal to buy real estate in Manhattan – mostly in Chelsea and TriBeCa. TriBeCa was the big killing of your operation, wasn’t it? You made a profit of 15.7 million dollars on one deal in the Triangle Below Canal. There were many others.’ He stopped and examined his notes. ‘You know how we began to trace them? We started by looking up the name of a company that let your premises in the Empire State building – and still does – the Twelver Real Estate Corporation. That name rang a few bells in London. Anyone who knows anything about Islam knows that the Shi’a sect is called in Arabic Ithna Ashariya – the Twelvers. The movement of money from the Shi’ite banks in Lebanon to New York had been noted between 1996 and 1999 and so had the name of the Twelver Real Estate Corp. What they didn’t know was who was controlling the investments. A week ago, they began to dig again and found your signature on documents held by the City Authority in New York. Who were you investing the money for, Dr Loz?’
‘Some former associates of my father.’
‘And these people were connected with the Hizbollah organisation?’
‘No. But I cannot say definitely, of course.’
‘But you agree that the utmost was done to disguise the origin of this money before you invested it and, given your father’s Shi’ite background, it is likely that it came from Hizbollah?’
‘It’s a possibility.’
‘But more interesting is that you deceived almost everyone about the extent of your wealth and your real occupation.’
‘But I am an osteopath.’
‘Yes, you are, and a very good one. But you are also a property tycoon. You’ve made many millions of dollars for your partners and for yourself. A rough estimate puts your wealth at fifty million dollars – enough, as someone observed in London, to finance one hell of a terrorist operation. Enough money to buy as many sets of fake identity as you could need. That’s why you found it so easy to leave the States and bribe your way through the Balkans.’
Loz sank into the chair. ‘I had to leave the US, as you are very well aware. I spent what was necessary.’
‘Yes, but what other back doctor has your sort of contacts – members of Bosnian crime fraternities outside Chicago, gun runners, people smugglers in Southern Bosnia and Montenegro? We’ve only just begun to research you, but it’s already clear that you are seriously “connected”. Your pose as a society figure in Manhattan is a carefully constructed cover.’
Loz shook his head. ‘I really am an osteopath. That’s what I do! It fulfils me in a way I cannot describe. Why else would I run free clinics every week in three New York hospitals? Yes, it is true I have made a lot of money, but I can arrange for you to talk to my lawyers and they will tell you that I have donated much of my fortune to charity.
