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go in alone. You keep your eyes peeled in case I spook him into doing a runner.”
    Campbell alighted from the car but he had only taken two steps before a man, the owner presumably, walked out lazily. He was wiping his hands on an oily rag and smiling generously.
    “What’s the trouble?” he asked as he looked at the car behind Campbell.
    Campbell flashed his badge. “I’m Special Agent Campbell. I’m following a lead and I’m here to ask if you know this boy.” – He showed him the sketch – “I was told he works here washing cars.”
    “Kahn, you mean? The artist who did this is crazy,” the man said with a chuckle.
    Campbell’s heart skipped a beat. “Is this Kahn?”
    The owner looked at the sketch. “Could be, but his hair is flatter than that. Is he in some form of trouble?”
    “Is Khan here now?” Campbell asked, disregarding the man’s question.
    “No, he only comes in if a customer needs their car cleaned. What’s this about anyway?”
    “We just need to ask him a few questions. Have you got an address for him?”
    “No, but I’ve got his phone number.”
    Campbell’s heart skipped another beat as he tried to stay calm. “That would be very helpful.”
    He followed the garage owner into his office and waited impatiently as the man scribbled some digits on a tiny piece of old newspaper.
    “There you go.”
    “Thank you, sir. I do appreciate it.”
    As Campbell walked to the car, he dialed head office. He identified himself, gave his badge number when prompted and then called out Khan’s phone number. “I need the address associated with this number and I want the phone location traced. All the calls that he made or received in the last week should be sent to me ASAP.”
    Campbell heard the garage owner speak up from behind him. “I could have told you his full name – if you had asked me. It’s Mohamed Kahn but he likes to be simply called Kahn.”
    “Well thank you, you’ve been most helpful,” Campbell said to the man as he hurried to get away, hoping they’d be able to trace the phone in no time
    “I think I know where Kahn is right now,” the owner said, as Campbell got to the car door.
    Campbell stopped and stared at the man in disbelief. He walked back towards the man, asking, “You do?”
    “Yeah, all the spare time he has, he spends at Tommy’s Bar and Pool room. He’s the best pool player around here, if you listen to him.”
    “And where is this Tommy’s bar?”
    “It’s about 200 yards down the road.” – He pointed – “It’s in the middle of the next block, you can’t miss it.”
    “Thank you sir, you’ve been most helpful. Can I rely on you not to call him to tell him we’re looking for him, because if you do we’ll know it was you...”
    “Hell no, I got too much work to be calling him.”
    “Thank you again, sir.”
    As Campbell got back in the car, he saw the excited looks on their faces; apparently they had heard every word.
    “Is this our lucky day?” Burrows asked.
    “If only everyone was as helpful as that guy...” Campbell sighed as he strapped on his seatbelt.
    Campbell drove slowly this time and a short distance away from Tommy’s Bar, he stopped the car and parked on the curb. “I think we had better phone this in,” he said.
    Burrows agreed. “We don’t know if this is our guy yet but we have to assume he is.” She turned to Alice. “We could send for backup and take him in for questioning, but the way Homeland sometimes works, they like to keep them under surveillance for a while; that way they can find out more.”
    Campbell got out of the car and as he walked in the opposite direction of Tommy’s Bar, he reached for his phone and called it in.
    Alice gave a puzzled frown. “Does the FBI usually work with Homeland?”
    “On the odd occasion, but the Pentagon is taking this threat seriously after the Boston bombers so all departments are working jointly on it. Including us, as a part of our newly-formed task