29/10/07
9:50 AM
William Harvey Hospital, Ashford

"No joy." Ros said, dropping in to the car seat next to Jo. "Found Hatch and Hodgeson, both of them remembered Zaf but both of them said they hadn't told anyone where he went."

"So that leaves us Mullin?" Jo asked. Ros nodded. "What do we do if she says she didn't leak?"

"Depends on whether we believe her."

"Do you believe the other two?"

"Yes. Anyway, why would they lie to an MI5 officer?"

"You showed them real ID?"

"Well, I am asking them if they broke patient confidentiality, and terrorist doctors are fairly rare. They tend to be rule followers."

"So Mullin?"

"Mullin."

Jo turned the key in the ignition.

Ros turned to look out of the passenger window. She'd sent an angry message to her YALTA handler on Saturday night, saying that their intelligence had been wrong, that Zaf was alive. She'd been summoned to a meet, given them what she knew and received nothing in exchange. They didn't know if it was the CIA, directly or indirectly. Though, according to Zaf, all the men had had American accents, which pushed Ros back towards suspecting the CIA. Adam's view that the means of torture were wrong for the CIA, didn't do much to sway Ros. She wouldn't have been surprised to discover that the CIA had one interrogation protocol for anyone they might ever release and another for anyone they intended to kill, so was rarely seen and little known. The problem with that theory was that they'd tried to get Zaf across an international border alive. That was risky, very risky. And if they'd always intended to kill Zaf, why move him? He'd given them everything they'd wanted, why keep him alive? Why not just suffocate him or cut his neck, and throw the body in a pig pen, or burn it or bury it or whatever. It was far easier to dispose of a body than to smuggle a live man out of the country. They must have been trying to sell him, but that was an odd move for the CIA. Maybe Adam would win out, they were unlikely to find out much down here.