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Authors: M. H. Sargent, Shelley Holloway
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one of his men with you? Go with you to Basra?” McKay inquired. “It doesn’t make sense.”
Ghaniyah appeared baffled herself. “I don’t know...”
“Don’t lie!” Gonz suddenly thundered, frightening both women.
“I don’t,” Ghaniyah insisted. “He told me to go. See our aunt and call to let him know if she’s okay. She’s old now. I thought someone would drive me, yes? But he said, no. He needed his men with him. He told me to go by myself.”
“And what? He hopes you’ll come back? I don’t think so,” Gonz fumed, rising from the chair. He paced the small room, deep in thought. He was angry that he hadn’t seen through Ghaniyah’s lies before now. Thank God McKay had caught it.
“I am telling the truth,” their captive persisted looking at Gonz who paced with his eyes glued to the floor. She looked at McKay. “I am.”
McKay averted the woman’s eyes by sipping on her coffee. She glanced at Gonz and could tell he was angry. She looked at Ghaniyah and said, “Tell us exactly what was planned for your trip to Basra. Everything.”
Gonz stopped pacing and looked at Ghaniyah. “Every detail. Everything al Mudtaji told you to do.”
Another shrug. “I was to go see my aunt.”
“At the hospital?” Gonz inquired.
“Yes.”
“Where were you to stay?”
“A small hotel. Near the hospital.”
“For how long?”
“Three days.” Suddenly Ghaniyah’s face changed.
Gonz caught it, demanding, “What? What is it?”
“I am supposed to bring back her... how you say? Her chest.”
“Chest?” Gonz repeated, puzzled. “What do you mean, chest?”
“For clothes, yes?”
“Chest of drawers?” McKay asked. “Dresser?”
“Yes, yes!” Ghaniyah said excitedly. “Yes!”
“The dresser is at her house?” McKay continued.
Ghaniyah nodded. “Yes. I was to bring it back.”
Gonz glanced at McKay again. “How? How were you supposed to bring it back?”
“I was to call...” her voice trailed off.
“Answer me!” Gonz bellowed. “How were you to bring it back?”
“I was to call my father,” she answered, clearly upset by the prospect. “He would arrange a car or truck.”
“What’s in the chest?” McKay asked.
“I don’t know.” She looked to Gonz who glowered at her. “I swear! I don’t know! I don’t.”
“What else?” Gonz charged. “What else are you to do in Basra?”
Frustrated, she said, “That is all. Visit my aunt in hospital. Call my father. He would get a car for me. I would come back with the chest.”
McKay looked at Gonz. “It fits. She’d be back in Baghdad on Sunday. With whatever’s inside the chest.”
Gonz nodded. He turned to Ghaniyah. “We need to get you to Basra.”
Chapter Five
CIA Station Somewhere in Kuwait Wednesday, April 12th 11:33 p.m.
“Langley’s still trying to figure out the target. Thinking it might be one of our forward operating bases,” the lab technician told Gonz as both men studied the block letters on the monitor. The note found inside Quizby’s mouth had been analyzed for fingerprints, DNA, glue and any other details the CIA lab could possibly discover. Hours earlier, the text had been downloaded into a computer and sent to Langley.
With the note now blown up on the monitor, Gonz saw the text in great detail. He studied it again. Islam is the only true religion. Now you have an American who speaks the truth of Islam. Before now, he and all other Americans never spoke the truth of Islam. He had to have his head removed. Now he can speak the truth. Understand. This is the first of many American heads that will come to speak the truth Sunday .
Gonz sighed. “Confirms the attack is on Sunday.” He was referring to the fact that there had been much discussion as to what exactly al Mudtaji had meant in saying the previous Sunday that the attack would come “seven days from Sunday.” Logically, it meant this coming Sunday. The note now confirmed it.
“We’ll do a handwriting analysis,”
Ghaniyah appeared baffled herself. “I don’t know...”
“Don’t lie!” Gonz suddenly thundered, frightening both women.
“I don’t,” Ghaniyah insisted. “He told me to go. See our aunt and call to let him know if she’s okay. She’s old now. I thought someone would drive me, yes? But he said, no. He needed his men with him. He told me to go by myself.”
“And what? He hopes you’ll come back? I don’t think so,” Gonz fumed, rising from the chair. He paced the small room, deep in thought. He was angry that he hadn’t seen through Ghaniyah’s lies before now. Thank God McKay had caught it.
“I am telling the truth,” their captive persisted looking at Gonz who paced with his eyes glued to the floor. She looked at McKay. “I am.”
McKay averted the woman’s eyes by sipping on her coffee. She glanced at Gonz and could tell he was angry. She looked at Ghaniyah and said, “Tell us exactly what was planned for your trip to Basra. Everything.”
Gonz stopped pacing and looked at Ghaniyah. “Every detail. Everything al Mudtaji told you to do.”
Another shrug. “I was to go see my aunt.”
“At the hospital?” Gonz inquired.
“Yes.”
“Where were you to stay?”
“A small hotel. Near the hospital.”
“For how long?”
“Three days.” Suddenly Ghaniyah’s face changed.
Gonz caught it, demanding, “What? What is it?”
“I am supposed to bring back her... how you say? Her chest.”
“Chest?” Gonz repeated, puzzled. “What do you mean, chest?”
“For clothes, yes?”
“Chest of drawers?” McKay asked. “Dresser?”
“Yes, yes!” Ghaniyah said excitedly. “Yes!”
“The dresser is at her house?” McKay continued.
Ghaniyah nodded. “Yes. I was to bring it back.”
Gonz glanced at McKay again. “How? How were you supposed to bring it back?”
“I was to call...” her voice trailed off.
“Answer me!” Gonz bellowed. “How were you to bring it back?”
“I was to call my father,” she answered, clearly upset by the prospect. “He would arrange a car or truck.”
“What’s in the chest?” McKay asked.
“I don’t know.” She looked to Gonz who glowered at her. “I swear! I don’t know! I don’t.”
“What else?” Gonz charged. “What else are you to do in Basra?”
Frustrated, she said, “That is all. Visit my aunt in hospital. Call my father. He would get a car for me. I would come back with the chest.”
McKay looked at Gonz. “It fits. She’d be back in Baghdad on Sunday. With whatever’s inside the chest.”
Gonz nodded. He turned to Ghaniyah. “We need to get you to Basra.”
Chapter Five
CIA Station Somewhere in Kuwait Wednesday, April 12th 11:33 p.m.
“Langley’s still trying to figure out the target. Thinking it might be one of our forward operating bases,” the lab technician told Gonz as both men studied the block letters on the monitor. The note found inside Quizby’s mouth had been analyzed for fingerprints, DNA, glue and any other details the CIA lab could possibly discover. Hours earlier, the text had been downloaded into a computer and sent to Langley.
With the note now blown up on the monitor, Gonz saw the text in great detail. He studied it again. Islam is the only true religion. Now you have an American who speaks the truth of Islam. Before now, he and all other Americans never spoke the truth of Islam. He had to have his head removed. Now he can speak the truth. Understand. This is the first of many American heads that will come to speak the truth Sunday .
Gonz sighed. “Confirms the attack is on Sunday.” He was referring to the fact that there had been much discussion as to what exactly al Mudtaji had meant in saying the previous Sunday that the attack would come “seven days from Sunday.” Logically, it meant this coming Sunday. The note now confirmed it.
“We’ll do a handwriting analysis,”
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