SOMEWHERE IN FAIRFAX COUNTY, VIRGINIA
Friday, July 14, 2006. 8:42 a.m.
‘Do you have it?’
‘I think I have something. It hasn’t been easy. This guy is very good at covering his tracks.’
‘I need something more than guesswork, Albert. People have started to die here.’
‘People always die, don’t they?’
‘This time it’s different. It’s scaring me.’
‘You? I don’t believe it. You didn’t even get scared with the Koreans. And that time-’
‘Albert…’
‘Sorry. I’ve called in a few favours. The experts at the CIA have recovered some of the data from the computers at Netcatch. Orville Watson had a lead on a terrorist by the name of Huqan.’
‘Syringe.’
‘If you say so. I don’t know any Arabic. It looks like the guy was after Kayn.’
‘Anything else? Nationality? Ethnic group?’
‘Nothing. Just vague stuff, a couple of intercepted e-mails. None of the files escaped the fire. Hard disks are very delicate.’
‘You have to find Watson. He’s the key to everything. It’s urgent.’
‘I’m on it.’