Dave gritted his teeth.
‘I’ll go when they tell me to.’ Malik’s voice had lost some of its nonchalance. Leave it now, thought Dave, frustrated that he couldn’t warn Boatman off.
‘Of course, but do you know where you’re going?’
Silence, an ominous sign. Finally Malik said, ‘Salim, you know where I am going, so why do you ask?’
Fortunately Boatman didn’t hesitate. ‘I suppose it’s because I’m jealous that you’re going now, and I’m not.’
‘You will have your own chance in time. Remember – this is not about either of us, OK? We are nothing. This is just our temporary life, after all. If you were never to see me again in this world, it wouldn’t matter. Never forget that. Nothing else matters – not your friends, not your family. Not even your new bride.’
‘You said you were briefed in London?’
‘I was. It was very strange. To have a Westerner teaching you how to conduct jihad – it’s like having a Jew telling you how to attack Israel.’
‘Was the Westerner a Muslim?’
‘Of course. Our faith is spreading around the world, you know. For you and me it is natural to think all white people are Infidels, but more and more of them are seeing the true path to Allah. They have the advantage of access to places and people you and I could not approach without people becoming suspicious.’
‘That won’t help you in Pakistan,’ said Boatman.
Go easy, thought Dave.
But Malik replied conversationally, ‘No, it won’t. But from what we have been told, we won’t be in Pakistan that long.’
‘Really? Will you be back here for the New Year?’
‘Who said I will be back?’ There was a long pause before Malik continued, ‘Our enemies are everywhere. They offer targets everywhere. Just look at what is going on.’
‘Where?’
Malik sighed impatiently. ‘Must I spell everything out for you, my friend? The brothers have dispersed across the world. The Middle East, North Africa – these are areas where we can regroup while the Americans and the British remain fixated on Afghanistan. Eventually we will be acting at will in places where the Infidels still think they’re safe.’
‘You’d think they would have learned that when the Twin Towers came down.’
‘They’ve learned nothing. The Towers will prove to be just the tip of the iceberg.’
‘So would you be sent to America?’
Malik laughed. ‘Not likely! I would stick out there like a sore thumb. There are plenty of more suitable volunteers – most of them white.’
‘Then where will you go to after Pakistan?’
Dave groaned. Boatman was starting to sound like an interrogator. And sure enough, Malik seemed to sense this too, for he said sharply, ‘Why are you asking me so many questions, Salim? You know it is forbidden to discuss orders from our leaders.’
‘I’m sorry; it’s just that we are friends, and I am concerned about you.’
There was the sound of a glass being put down sharply on a table top. ‘I’d like to think that’s why you are grilling me. I would hate to think there could be any other explanation. Anyway, I have to go.’
‘Will I see you before you depart? It would mean a lot to me.’
Malik said icily, ‘The cause is what matters, Salim. I have said that already. May we meet when Allah intends. Goodbye.’
The noise of a chair scraping back over the floor came through the amplifier, then there was silence. The technician looked at Dave, who nodded, and the man reached over and switched off the speaker.
A voice from the A4 car in the street reported Malik leaving the café and turning left. Should they follow?
‘No,’ said Dave. ‘Let him go.’ He didn’t want anything else to happen that might spook Malik.
‘Stand down, all teams,’ came the instruction from Larry Lincoln in the control room.
Kanaan turned to Dave, beaming. ‘Our man did very well.’
‘Do you think so?’
Kanaan looked puzzled. ‘Don’t you? He’s confirmed what we suspected – that they’re being trained in Pakistan, but sent elsewhere. That’s important.’
‘Yes, but it could be Timbuktu for all we know.’ Dave saw the crestfallen look on Kanaan’s face and tried to reassure him. ‘You’re right, though – we know now he won’t be coming back. That’s a start anyway.’
‘If Boatman can meet up with Malik again before he goes, perhaps he can find out more.’
‘No,’ said Dave quickly. ‘Not a good idea. Please don’t encourage him.’ And though Kanaan looked puzzled, Dave didn’t explain. He was thinking solely of Boatman now, wondering if he’d blown his cover. Malik’s hasty departure had alarmed Dave. It was clear to him that Malik was a good deal cleverer than their agent.
