“I am well, thank you,” the bodyguard replied in the same language, his tone wary. “Who is this?”
“Names don’t matter,” the cold voice continued. “What matters is that I have something you need.”
“I see no point in continuing this conversation.”
“
He froze, the words of the caller ringing in his ear. A quick glance down the hallway in either direction assured him that he was alone, at least for the moment. “What do you mean?”
“Your phone is data-equipped, is it not?”
“
“One moment. I am sending you a file.”
Asefi stepped to the side of the hall, inserting his keycard into the lock of a nearby storage room. A beep signaled the arrival of the message as he stepped into the comforting darkness. He swallowed hard, his fingers trembling as they moved across the phone’s keyboard, opening the file folder.
He groaned. Photos. Dozens of photos. Of him and others-beautiful young men, in Bulgaria, in a score other places around Eastern Europe. And other documents. He could guess at their contents. The voice was speaking again. “You have received the file?”
“This is a base forgery!” he exploded, slamming his fist against the wall. “A fabrication of Satan. You can prove nothing except the evil of your hearts!”
“
“What do you want?”
“What do I want? You’ve been raping little boys, Achmed. Speaking personally, I want you dead.”
“What business is this of yours?” His mouth seemed suddenly dry as sand, a hoarse whisper the only sound escaping his lips.
“None whatsoever. Which is why my employers are offering you a way out.”
“What?”
“We need to meet. Your place or mine?” the voice continued, sardonic laughter in its tones.
“I will be flying to Beirut tomorrow,” Asefi replied, thinking rapidly. “Meet me at the airport.”
“
“How will I recognize you?”
“You won’t. But I’ll know you.” The phone went dead, the
Harry laid the cellphone back on the table and glanced across at Ron Carter. “What’s your take?”
“I think he’s playing ball. Giving him time to think about it is dangerous, but then again, so is talking over an unsecured line.” Carter looked down at his laptop. “I can have you and Richards on a flight to Beirut as early as tonight.”
“Just what I need-another trans-Atlantic flight. What is Zakiri and Parker’s status?” Harry asked, studiously avoiding a reference to Davood.
“They are due to leave for Bagram in two hours with the recovered vials in their posession. Why?”
“Have them diverted to Crete. Tex and I will meet them there after the conclusion of our meeting with Asefi. I’ll clear things with Kranemeyer.”
Carter shrugged. “Again I ask, ‘Why?’”
“If the attack goes down in the U.S., well, under
Darkness had fallen over the Holy City, but it was no impediment to Fayood al-Farouk. He was a creature of the night and he welcomed its protecting cover. To his west, he could hear the evening prayer of the muezzin drifting through the night air. He did not bow in prayer, his eyes remaining fixed on his target, the night-vision binoculars giving a greenish cast to the surrounding scenery. At the end of days, when the angels came to weigh the good and evil of his life, this omission would count as nothing against his slaughter of the Jews.
From his vantage point, he could see the Israeli guards patrolling the entrance of the Haram Al-Sharif. Jews guarding the entrance to the Noble Enclosure. Within a few short days, they would be dead. Along with the rest of their kinsmen.
The door opened behind him, creaking as it swung inward. He knew without looking who was there. “Harun, my brother. I trust you had a good flight.”
“As Allah willed it.”
He sighed, the binoculars sweeping up to rest upon the center of the enclosure, upon the golden dome covering the rock from which Mohammed had ascended to heaven.
It would start here. Two days…
Chapter Fourteen
She had worked in Brussels as an accountant. Her father was French, her mother English. She had been married for two years. No, no children. Not yet, anyway. This was her first trip to Turkey, although she had visited Athens as a senior in college. And she never had been able to sleep on airplanes.
Unfortunately, that meant neither could he. Harry sighed wearily as his seat companion chattered on. He had stopped paying close attention an hour before, although the young woman had yet to notice.
His cellphone beeped with an incoming text and he flipped it open to check the screen. A NEW TIMEZONE, the message from Tex read. SET YOUR WATCH TO ZERO ONE HUNDRED.
Harry placed the cellphone in his pocket and adjusted the stem of his Rolex to one o’clock in the morning. The watch was an Agency prop, to aid in his cover as a German businessman.
He looked up to realize his companion was asking a question now. “
She smiled indulgently. “I asked, are you married,
Damascus. A city of history and legend. Had his mind not been so occupied with other matters, Hossein might have been more impressed.
As it was, the watchdog was speaking. “This mission is of the utmost importance. The fanatics must not be allowed to profane the Haram al-Sharif with their madness. I will be relying upon you to guide our men through the
