by Henry Porter
‘The part I am going to play you was of exceptionally poor quality and has been rescued by extensive work by GCHQ technicians.’ He placed a briefcase on the table and unzipped it. Inside was a large tape player. ‘Here we go,’ he said, pressing the play button with the uncertainty of someone unused to electrical equipment.
There was a rustling noise, which Herrick recognised as coming from the dead leaves on a vine outside the window in Khan’s room, followed by silence. You could hear a pin drop in the bomb-proof underground chamber, as the eyes of each person came to rest on the spools of the tape recorder.
Then came a voice - a whisper floating on the breeze that had now audibly taken hold of a cloth hung in front of the window, though only Herrick could possibly have seen this in her mind.
‘She is a devil that girl - no?’
‘That is Dr Sammi Loz,’ said the Chief. ‘The important part is coming up now.’ He turned up the volume control.
‘She thinks she is clever. And she is. She is catching us out all the time. You Karim, she plays with you. But we play with her also. We wait. And we let her think she is so fucking smart. Eleven days. That’s all we have to wait for. Inshallah.’
There was silence, then a sigh from the bed. ‘What are you doing, Sammi? What do you plan?’
‘This is not for your ears, old friend. But it’s good, very good. Months of planning and we have fooled them like children. Al kufr milatun wahidun - right, Karim?’
Teckman stopped the tape. ‘That is an Arabic phrase which translates as “unbelief is one nation”. It’s a well-known Hadith among Islamist groups, and expresses the view that all non-Muslims are the enemy of Islam. They both knew this phrase. I understand from the Director of the CIA whom I spoke to last night, that one of the postcards sent by Khan to Sammi Loz at the Empire State building contains a crude rendering of the same phrase in code. However, I should stress that we do not believe Karim Khan knew of Loz’s intentions and that the presence of this code is not significant. However, he did represent a considerable danger to Loz, which is why we believe Loz eventually had to kill him - hours before the strike. The clue to the nature of the threat comes now. Khan is speaking.’
He pressed the play button again and turned up the volume. The room was filled with a buzz of static and then the single word ‘Yahya’ was spoken by Khan.
It came again. ‘Yah-ya.’ Slow and deliberate.
Loz told Khan to be quiet. ‘Not here,’ he said sharply.
But Khan persisted. ‘You follow Yahya too much, Sammi. Yahya is a bad person.’
‘Please, old friend, I do not want to hear that name. Forget you ever knew it. If you don’t, it will fall from your lips when you are with that woman and then we will be both be in trouble. She is communicating everything we say to her colleagues in London. Things move at lightning speed these days. You have forgotten because you have been away from the world for so long.’
Khan seemed to misunderstand him and asked groggily, ‘Yahya in London? Is The Poet in London?’
‘Forget The Poet,’ said Loz. ‘Forget Yahya. Forget these names. Okay?’
Teckman switched off the machine and put it away. Then the Prime Minister asked if there were any questions.
After a pause, Vigo coughed and said, ‘I wonder if I might ask Sir Robin what relevance this has to RAPTOR. The recording is very impressive in its own way, but it does nothing to dissuade me of the value of our current operations. ’
Teckman looked down the table and dispatched a parched smile in Vigo’s direction. ‘That’s a very good question, Walter. Intelligence from Beirut over the weekend, provided by friends of ours, confirms that Sammi Loz, instead of being a peripheral interest, is right at the centre of this affair. There is a link between Loz and the suspects that you have under surveillance. Loz was connected to Vice-Admiral Norquist as a patient and a business partner. I am afraid to say that the latter association allowed the Admiral to be exploited by Loz and then subsequently by Mossad, who were aware of his dealings. I won’t go into the whole story now. Suffice to say that Loz was in a position to know about the timing of Norquist’s trip here and put into place a scheme to kill him. We have long been puzzled by the poor calibre of the men hired to kill Norquist. We know the bullet is likely to have come from one of our own people and not from the two tearaways who were killed on the motorway, but the fact remains that these men were tasked to kill him, or at least cause a substantial redeployment of security personnel in and around Heathrow.
‘I have no doubt that Sammi Loz wanted Norquist dead. He must have known by then that Norquist was working for Mossad, and that information about Hizbollah was going straight to Tel Aviv. But I maintain that the primary objective was to create a strategic diversion. Incidentally, I note with interest that in the minutes of a meeting held five weeks ago at Vauxhall Cross, this was the exact phrase offered by Mr Vigo.’
He glanced at Vigo, who nodded vigorously.
‘So what we have,’ he continued, ‘is a line which traces between Khan, Loz, Norquist and therefore the RAPTOR suspects. This clearly establishes the value of Isis Herrick’s outstanding work in Albania and Cairo, and underscores the necessity of removing Karim Khan from the custody of the Egyptian Intelligence Service. Without taking Khan, we would not have been able to make these connections.’
Spelling leaned forward and caught the eye of the Prime Minister. ‘But look these men are all dead. Norquist, Khan and Loz are all dead. What we are left with are the RAPTOR suspects.’
‘I agree that Khan is probably dead,’ said the Chief. ‘One of our men saw him, or a body on his bed. As to Loz, we cannot say. The ruins of the villa have now been searched thoroughly. We had very precise information from Isis about the location of Loz at the moment of impact and no body has been found there. So I am bound to conclude that one very cunning, wealthy and determined terrorist is on the loose. Maybe two, if we include the individual referred to as Yahya whom Loz is so obviously desperate to protect. For the record, I happen to think we have a problem, and that we have five days to find them.’
‘But the evidence is so slight,’ said Vigo.
‘I am unpersuaded of that,’ said the Prime Minister. ‘How much of this do the Americans know?’
‘A certain amount,’ said Teckman, ‘though I felt it wise to be circumspect about Norquist. There is no reason to trouble his family or his good memory.’
‘Quite right,’ said the Prime Minister. He looked around the table. ‘Clearly radical adjustments are needed in the scope and direction of RAPTOR. What do your soundings in Washington recommend, Sir Robin?’
‘Exactly what you suggest. I think it’s fair to say that we have taken the Anglo-American experiment as far as we can. I don’t doubt its usefulness in academic terms, but we now face a distinctly practical problem which I think must necessarily involve the BND in Germany, Mossad, and the Direction Générale de la Securité Extérieure, and the DST in France. Clearly the Italians, Spanish and Nordic services should also be involved.’
‘But this means they will have the benefit of our knowledge, ’ said Spelling. The room noted the plangent tone in his voice and to a man and woman decided that he was not up to the job at this or any other time. ‘We have to consider the history of security lapses in Europe,’ he said.
‘We are in Europe,’ said the Prime Minister, and turned back to Teckman. ‘Sir Robin, I should make it clear now that I want you to stay on at SIS at least until this operation is satisfactorily completed. I am very grateful for the efforts you and Miss Herrick have put into making sense of this over the last few weeks. Will you also convey my personal thanks to anyone else who was involved.’ Teckman gave an oblique, patrician nod.
At this point, several things began to fall into place in Herrick’s mind and without knowing what she was going to say, she began to speak. ‘I’m sorry… but it just occurred to me who Yahya might be, sir. I mean, it’s a long shot but, well, I think it’s worth considering.’
The Prime Minister nodded. ‘Yes…?’
Her hand reached for a biscuit from the tray in the centre of the table, and she began to nibble unselfconsciously. ‘I had some tests done… kind of out of hours, if you see what I mean. I took some material from the keyboard of a computer used by a man named Youssef Rahe. Rahe was involved in the switch, though he was our man - a contact made by Walter Vigo. Then Rahe disappeared in Lebanon and a body was found in a car - unrecognisable and badly burnt. I got a friend to obtain a sample from the corpse to see if the DNA matched the material that had fallen into the keyboard habitually used by Rahe - keyboards collect a lot of hair and skin, as you perhaps all know.’ She paused, aware that most of her audience didn’t know whether to be embarrassed or intrigued.‘I got the results this morning. There is no match between the two samples, which means that Rahe was not killed. Instead, I believe his place was taken by another man who we spotted passing through Terminal Three. He was tortured, executed and disguised as Rahe so that we would think our man had been discovered.’ She stopped and nibbled some more. ‘Sorry, am I making any sense?’
‘Not to me,’ said the Prime Minister, ‘but please go on. I’m sure everyone else understands the significance of what you’re saying.’
‘Well, it just struck me that there was a connection between the eleven suspects and Rahe after his supposed death. When one of the men died - the Stuttgart suspect - all the telephone calls from the local group of helpers were monitored. There was one significant call and that went to Beirut, informing an unknown party that the man was dead. You see, a very strong argument can be made that Rahe was in on this from the beginning and was manipulating us. Would you mind if I asked Mr Vigo a question?’
Vigo’s head turned to her and he blinked. ‘I should remind you,’ he said, ‘that it was I who ordered those calls monitored from Stuttgart.’
‘I know, but we all should have been thinking about Beirut. It should have set off some kind of alarm that Rahe had been taken from a hotel there. My question is this: where did we first learn about the website carrying the messages about future attacks? Was it through Youssef Rahe?’
‘Yes, it was,’ cut in Spelling, clearly having decided to jettison the co-architect of RAPTOR.
‘So we have basically been sold a dummy by Rahe and Loz. I believe that we know who Yahya is. Yahya is Youssef Yamin Rahe. I have to ask you how you came in touch with him, because I believe he has been using his connection with us all the way along.’
Vigo shook his head. ‘This is all guesswork. I am not going to answer these questions until there is some kind of evidence. ’
‘I think we shall have all the evidence you require,’ she said. ‘I just need that answer.’
‘For God’s sake answer her, Mr Vigo,’ barked the Prime Minister.
‘I met him through my book-dealing business.’ He spoke as though drugged. ‘Then I went to his shop in Bayswater. We talked and it was clear he might be able to help us.’
The room went silent again as Vigo slumped back in his chair, then in a lifeless voice asked the Prime Minister’s permission to leave. The Prime Minister nodded. Vigo rose stiffly and limped from the room.
‘Have you any more surprises for us, Miss Herrick?’ the Prime Minister asked.
She shook her head.
‘Sir Robin, does all this seem likely to you?’ he asked.
‘Yes,’ he replied.
‘Then it is clear that you must trace Youssef Rahe and Sammi Loz wherever they are, as a matter of urgency. You will, of course, have the complete backing of the Security Services, the police and the diplomatic service. What else do you propose?’
‘The first thing is to get the eleven remaining suspects off the streets as fast as possible. I believe the BND and the French service may have already been alerted to some kind of operation. It was hopeless to expect us to be able to carry out this type of surveillance on their territory without them getting wind of it. We should make them party to everything we have learned, apologise and urge that these men be arrested.’
The Foreign Secretary stirred. ‘On what charges?’
‘Initially, on violation of immigration controls. We have the evidence on film that each man was carrying false passports. More serious charges may follow, but at least we’ll know the Heathrow team is under lock and key.’
The Prime Minister whispered to the Foreign Secretary. Herrick could not help lip-reading what he said. ‘Get that tosser of an ambassador in. Tell him the game’s up and that I’ll be speaking to the President this afternoon. Keep Norquist out of your talk. I’m going to need that as ammunition with the President. I’ll want a note about that from Teckman.’
The Foreign Secretary got up and left. ‘Right,’ said the Prime Minister, also rising. ‘The Civil Contingencies Committee will meet three times a day and liaise with the JIC staff. I expect constant progress updates for the next five days. Needless to say, there will be a media blackout on this. And that will last until I say otherwise. That’s it. Let’s get on with it.’
Only Herrick did not get up as he left. Instead, her hand darted forward to retrieve another biscuit.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
The seascapes by Cavendish Morton, the photographs and the small bronze of a man fly-fishing were back in the Chief’s office by lunchtime that Monday. Also returned to his complete control was the British end of RAPTOR, which took rather less time to effect than the hanging of his pictures. As he moved round his office, trying new positions for the canvasses, he dictated a memorandum that instructed RAPTOR to focus its efforts on preparing the foreign agencies for the arrest and charge of the suspects. The teams in the Bunker were instructed to concentrate their resources on predicting the exact location of every suspect over the next forty-eight hours, so that decisions could be taken about a coordinated action across Europe. At the same time, RAPTOR was tasked to provide evidence against the helper cells, the men and women who had smoothed the way for the suspects to merge into the life of cities all over Europe. Preliminary estimates suggested that in each case at least ten people might be arrested and charged with aiding and abetting a terrorist plot, although there was some doubt as to whether the evidence was strong enough to meet the requirements of more liberal regimes in Scandinavia. All governments were to be urged to use the Al Capone option: to seek convictions and custodial sentences for ordinary criminal matters such as theft, fraud and forgery, rather than for terrorism.
As British diplomats began to sound out and brief governments, they insisted that a news blackout was required until at least the end of the week, by which time the date mentioned by Loz in the recording would have been reached. In several conference calls, the Chief acknowledged that there were likely to be check-in systems designed to alert a central control figure of an arrest. The failure of one suspect to make regular contact might be enough to tip off the entire network. The reaction of most security services was still to press for arrest at the earliest possible date. The Chief also told them about Mohammed bin Khidir, the man apprehended in Stuttgart who had died when he bit into a cyanide capsule. The other suspects were likely to have been equipped with suicide pills in their teeth, so drugging them, perhaps by dart, would be a necessity rather than an option.
Herrick was present for most of these conversations and noticed once or twice a distinct lack of surprise in the voices of the various intelligence chiefs, especially from the French and Italians. Between calls she remarked as much to Teckman.
The Chief gave her an injured look and said, ‘After the work you have done for us, you can pretty much write your own ticket, Isis, but I do urge you not to give voice to these unworthy suspicions.’
Of course, she thought, the crafty old buzzard had found a way of keeping his main European allies in the picture. For a moment she marvelled at the ferocious will that lay beneath the Chief’s cheerful, gregarious presence.
One thing that remained held tightly to the chest of the British Secret Intelli
gence Service was the identity of Sammi Loz and Youssef Rahe, now in Teckman’s mind established as Yahya or The Poet. The Chief considered issuing descriptions and backgrounds, but then decided not to risk either of the men hearing that they were still regarded as live threats. He saw to it that Sammi Loz’s name lost the prominent place it had occupied on the FBI watch list for the last few weeks. Agents monitoring the empty consulting rooms in the Empire State withdrew.
In a gap between the Chief’s calls and discussions, Herrick phoned Dolph on his mobile.
‘Where are you, Dolphy?’ she said.
‘In the sticks, having coffee with Britain’s premier war photographer. He’s just agreed to download his entire Bosnian archive into my computer.’
‘You should be here. Things are moving fast.’
‘Yeah. I heard from Nathan Lyne. Look, I may have hit the jackpot with this stuff. I’m bringing it back.’
‘Come to the office. There have been changes.’
