Colonel Ali Hakim among them. In spite of NATO and Britain and America, Hakim still believed in what to him was the nobility of bin Laden’s message. He had served Al Qaeda ever since.
He sat in his police Land Rover on a bluff looking out to sea, an encrypted mobile in his left hand. It had a tape device as well, and he switched on to record and dictated everything Malik had said. He felt no guilt. This was too important. He ended by punching his personal recognition button and hitting ‘Send’.
Hakim dealt with a man known as the Preacher, the individual responsible for all London-based operations, who had been placed in charge by Osama bin Laden himself. Thanks to modern technology, the Preacher remained anonymous and untraceable, though he knew the identity of everyone with whom he dealt.
But this did not apply to Ali Hakim. Uncomfortable with entrusting a mystery man with his life, Hakim had sought expert help from Wali Sofit, a computer expert of genius who, unfortunately for him, was serving fifteen years’ imprisonment for transferring many thousands of dollars to various bank accounts in Algiers. Presented with Hakim’s special problem and even more special mobile phone, plus the promise of future leniency, Sofit had gone to work. Hakim had told him he believed the Preacher to be a major criminal of some sort. Sofit had been somewhat surprised to come up with the name of a Professor Hassan Shah, based in London, but was delighted to be transferred to a soft job in the prison administration offices as a reward for his skill.
Ali Hakim waited in the Land Rover until a reply came back.
Your information of crucial importance. It will be dealt with as a matter of the highest priority.
Hakim switched off. So that was that. He felt sorry for his old friend Malik, and he’d always liked Holley, but the cause he served was more important than individuals. He switched on his engine and drove down into the city towards the police headquarters.
The man known as the Preacher, Hassan Shah, continued to sit on the bench outside the London School of Economics, where he had taken Hakim’s call. A pleasant-looking man of medium height, he was wearing a khaki summer suit, a faded denim shirt and tinted Ray-Ban sunglasses with steel rims. His black hair was too long.
Forty years of age, an academic and a working barrister when he wished it, with no wife or girlfriend (which made some people talk), he lived alone in the pleasant Edwardian villa where he’d been born in Bell Street, West Hampstead. His parents had departed for Pakistan years ago, his father having retired as a surgeon.
He was thinking of them now because of Hakim’s recording, thinking of Pakistan and the visit he had made on a holiday when he was sixteen, when he’d been taken to a youth camp and Osama bin Laden himself had appeared. The speech he had made had shaped Shah’s life.
Shah was a practising Muslim, but in a quiet way, nothing flamboyant. His rapid rise both as an academic and a barrister had, to a certain extent, been because he was a Muslim. The Foreign Office had sent him to Bosnia to investigate war crimes and then, pleased with his work, had sent him again and again, to Iraq many times and Kosovo. He’d been noticed, no question of that, and his success in court on a few difficult cases had led to the position he held now: Professor in International Law at the London School of Economics.
But he’d been noticed elsewhere also, the approaches cleverly disguised: simple requests for legal opinions relating to Islamic matters. Eventually, he discovered that, in effect, he’d been working for Al Qaeda without knowing it—and then he’d realized he didn’t mind; in fact that he welcomed the idea. Really, an opportunity to serve the cause was what he’d been looking for all his life. His own experience of the law, the courts, the legal system, the behaviours of the kind of people involved—they’d all taught him a great deal about human nature. He knew what made people tick, how to handle them, and most important of all, what made people afraid.
To run the London operation for Al Qaeda required brains and organizing ability. When it came to necessary violence, he only had to make a call to bring in whoever was best for the job. An inner circle of twenty stood ready to act.
The beauty of it was