‘Such as?’
‘They said he was under constant pressure from extremist factions who wanted to gain influence with the Coalition. They were nothing more than cowboys looking for a fight. They were also riddled with distrust and rivalry, and it was vital to weed out who was who and isolate the troublemakers.’
‘So Rafa’i was their way in.’
‘Yes. Whenever I met Humphries, I’d hand over the discs so he could take them back for analysis. They also gave me a digital camera to record anyone new arriving at the compound, and I had to give Gordon the memory cards. It felt sneaky, but I had no option.’
‘How did you communicate with him?’
‘I had a sat phone, but the signal was unreliable. It was probably because of all the Coalition radio traffic and the jamming signals the US forces used in the area to block mobile phones being used by insurgents. Otherwise I’d have used it more often.’
‘Why not use the same network as the US forces?’
‘Humphries didn’t trust it. I don’t blame him — it wasn’t as safe as they claimed. The moment they began yakking at the start of a patrol, you could almost see the insurgents tracking their direction of travel.’
‘Did you tell Rafa’i when you were going to these meetings?’
‘Yes. We had an agreement: he knew what to do if something went down and I wasn’t there. He didn’t like it but he needed the Coalition’s agreement and support.’
‘Support?’
‘They paid him.’ She shrugged. ‘It’s the way things work out there.’
‘Did he realize he was being spied on by the Coalition?’
Joanne appeared unconcerned by the term. ‘I’m not sure. He wasn’t stupid; he knew what was expected of him and he must have suspected they’d go to any lengths to watch him and those around him. But he never said anything directly to me. He was very respectful to me all the time I was with him.’
‘Was Humphries MI6?’ Harry queried.
‘No idea. He never said.’
‘But your opinion?’
‘I think so.’
Rik shifted, eager to hear what had happened. ‘Go on.’
‘One day I got a call to a meeting. It was unscheduled, but I’d been told to expect that in case of emergencies. Humphries left a message on my sat phone. He sounded stressed. I figured maybe something had gone wrong and he was getting ready to haul me out. We usually met at a private house to which I had a key. I arrived and waited, but he never showed. I gave it thirty minutes, which was way longer than I should have done, because standing orders were that if one of us failed to show, it was probably for a bloody mortal reason and the place might have been compromised. I tried calling him but the signal was crap. There was a radio in the house, so I turned it on while I was waiting. The local news station was going apeshit, screaming about betrayal and enemies of Allah. There had been a massive car bomb in the compound where Rafa’i lived. I’d heard an explosion, but hadn’t been able to place it.’ She looked at them and explained, ‘With the jumble of narrow streets and the thickness of the walls, sound gets badly distorted. To me, it had just been another bomb.’
‘We know. What happened?’
‘The place was flattened. The reports said everyone was accounted for apart from three people: a bodyguard who was seen crossing the square just before it happened, another guard covering the front of the building when the bomb went off and. . and me. I couldn’t believe it. Why would anyone do that?’
‘You told Rafa’i you were going to the meeting?’
‘Yes. He was fine about it; he said he’d keep his head down until I returned.’
Harry thought back to the various news reports he’d read at the time, including the rehashed report in the newspaper near Param’s hideout. It now seemed a long time ago and most of the coverage had slipped by without lodging in his consciousness. Like so much of what passed for daily life over there, it was one among so many bombings, each new outrage indistinguishable from the last. He figured Joanne’s information was as reliable as any. ‘You think the missing guards were behind it?’
‘They had to be. They weren’t supposed to leave the compound. It was a security tactic to avoid a suicide bomber walking in off the street and changing places with someone on the inside. But there were other ways of getting a bomb into the compound: one of the guards or house staff could have been bribed or a delivery could have included a bomb. Someone in the crowd said a delivery truck had stopped there just before the explosion, and with the two guards seen outside the compound at the time. . it’s the obvious connection.’
Harry nodded. ‘Unless that’s what everyone was supposed to think.’
She blinked. ‘What do you mean?’
‘It’s an easy explanation, that’s all. Blame the missing guards. . divert attention away from someone else. It’s all politics, is what I’m saying.’ He continued looking at her, trying to read what was in her face and why she had reacted so defensively. The inevitable guilt, perhaps, of the protector having failed to protect? ‘What did you do then?’
She took a moment to reply, then said, ‘I was switching channels trying to pick up more news reports when I heard shouting from outside. I looked out and saw a four-wheel drive stuck at the top of the street. The turning was narrow and the driver had cut the corner too tight. He’d knocked over some pots outside a small shop. The owner was going mental and screaming at the driver. Lucky for me — I knew where it was headed.’
‘It could have been a rescue patrol,’ Harry pointed out.
She shook her head. ‘No. If they were anything to do with Humphries, they’d have come in faster and no messing. These guys weren’t familiar with the area. It was quiet, but it wasn’t the sort of place to hang around unless you could pass as locals — and they didn’t even try.’
‘You saw them?’
‘I caught a glimpse of one in the back when he dropped the window for a second. He was a westerner, in civvies and a flak jacket like most of the contractors.’ She shook her head. ‘He could have been army, but. . something about them being there wasn’t right — I don’t know what it was. Gordon Humphries always said to rely on my instincts and not trust anyone I didn’t know. I know, they were westerners, so logically I’d have been safe. But not every contractor out there is working for the good guys. Some are mercenaries, just out there to do a job and get paid. I decided not to find out; I bugged out the back and made my way back to the compound.’
‘Risky thing to do.’
‘Not really. I was dressed as a local and I’d been taught to walk like one, so I was able to filter back into the area and join in the crowd. It was mental. Rubble everywhere, body parts, paper like confetti. . everyone was piling in, saying it was insurgents or the Americans or one faction or another. Some were saying it was the bodyguards who’d been paid to let it happen.’ She shivered. ‘You have to be in the crowd to experience it, but in a place like that, everyone has a theory, and it changes every five seconds. Gossip gets blown out of proportion, but if you can filter out the crackpot ravings, you sometimes get pretty close to what might be the truth. Somebody
‘What did you do?’
‘I still had my phone, so I ducked into cover and tried calling Humphries again. This time I got a cancelled signal, so I called a crash number he’d given me. It was for use only in absolute emergencies. He told me on the first day that calling that number meant everything was blown and that I’d get lifted out by a Special Forces combat patrol and flown to a safe place. The number was dead. That’s when I got scared.’
Harry nodded, although he had a problem imagining Joanne Archer being scared of anything. ‘What then?’
‘I was too far from any of the Coalition bases to risk walking it. As a woman, I didn’t dare try getting a lift out, and approaching one of the American patrols in the area was too dangerous — they’re so jumpy about suicide bombers, they’d have shot me before I got anywhere near. But I was running out of time. I knew the people around Rafa’i would be wondering where I’d disappeared to, and that they might put two and two together and make a giant Coalition conspiracy — with me at the centre of it. Can you imagine? “Western PA goes AWOL prior to assassination.”’
Rik whistled. ‘It would play for weeks in the local press.’
