Stephen Leather - False Friends

‘He had visitors. We know that,’ said Button, putting down her cup.

‘Are you being deliberately obtuse?’ asked Shepherd. ‘If anything had changed in that room, anything at all, then it would give them a timeline. If a chair had been brought in and that chair was shown on the plan then they’d know when the traitor had been there.’

‘You’re assuming that the bad guys will get sight of the map,’ said Button.

‘And you’re not? It’s the Pakistanis, for God’s sake. Their intelligence services leak like a bloody sieve. They probably showed the map to al-Qaeda before they went public. And why go public with something like that in the first place? There’s only one reason, and that’s to embarrass the bloody Yanks. They’re no allies of ours, that’s for sure.’

‘And why has this map come forward now? Bin Laden was killed months ago. Why have the Pakistanis just released it?’

‘We don’t know,’ said Button. ‘Either they found it at the time and have been sitting on it, or they’ve only just found it. They’re getting ready to demolish the building so they could have just swept through the building again and stumbled across it. The when doesn’t really matter. All that matters is that they’ve gone public with it.’

‘Whose side are they on?’

‘Supposedly ours,’ said Button. ‘But there are a lot of different factions within the Pakistani intelligence community. And some of those factions are close to al-Qaeda.’

Shepherd cursed and shook his head.

‘Spider, what are you worried about? That al-Qaeda is going to be looking for revenge?’

‘You think they’ll just let it go?’

‘It’s a terror organisation. They plant bombs and they crash planes. They’re not geared up for individual assassinations. And who’s going to be authorising and funding a revenge operation?’

‘He had his supporters. Rich Saudis. They might want to prove a point.’

Button sat back in her chair. ‘I think you’re worrying about nothing,’ she said. ‘Even if someone in al-Qaeda realises that there was human intel behind the raid there’s still nothing to point to our people.’

‘There’s the timeline,’ said Shepherd. ‘How many visitors do you think he had during the five years he was in Pakistan? The Americans had the compound under surveillance for six weeks before the raid and in that time there were just three visitors, and one of them was his courier. So in a year, maybe twenty? Do you think they’d believe that the Americans would wait a year before taking him out? Six months, max. So they can probably pin it down to ten visitors, maybe a dozen.’

‘That’s complete guesswork, Spider. Bin Laden wanted to brief our two guys personally, but he might have met hundreds of others.’

‘Our guys were special, that’s what he said to them. He was taking a particular interest in them because he really wanted to hurt the UK.’

‘He probably said that to all the girls,’ said Button, then she quickly held up her hand as she saw the frown flash across Shepherd’s face. ‘I’m sorry, misplaced flippancy. But my point is valid. He’s not going to tell his people that they’re disposable, is he? He’s going to tell them all that they’re vital to his organisation, that they’re the centre of his universe. You make a shahid feel that he’s the most important person on earth because that’s the only way he’s going to blow himself to kingdom come. My point is that Bin Laden will have had several visitors and I don’t see that our guys are any more at risk than anyone else. And the Americans are already feeding the media with stories that it was Bin Laden’s courier who led them to the house.’

‘And you’re prepared to take that risk, are you?’

‘It’s a calculated risk. You’ve worked undercover and you know that there’s always a risk.’

‘But I’m a professional. Our guys are amateurs. You brought me in to babysit them for exactly that reason. You needed a pro to hold their hands. Well, that’s what I’m doing. They don’t know the danger they’re in right now so I’m the one who has to speak for them.’

‘And what do you want to do? Pull them out? Blow the whole operation?’

‘Blow the whole operation?’ repeated Shepherd incredulously. ‘They supplied the intel that led to Bin Laden being taken out. That operation is well and truly over.’

‘But what al-Qaeda are planning in the UK is ongoing,’ said Button. ‘What happened in Pakistan isn’t going to put the brakes on what’s happening here. If anything, Bin Laden’s death makes it even more likely that they’ll carry out attacks here and in the States. And pulling Chaudhry and Malik out at this late stage is going to make them appear as guilty as hell.’ She leaned forward. ‘You’re over-thinking this, really. So far as the world is concerned, the Americans followed a courier to the compound based on intel they got from waterboarding. Now you and I know that’s a fairy story, but the media’s lapping it up and the Americans love it because it makes them look like heroes for once.’

Shepherd nodded thoughtfully. ‘Okay, I’ll buy that. But they’re going to need more protection.’

‘Like what? You want to go Salman Rushdie on them and have them assigned round-the-clock Special Branch guards? You want them followed by unmarked cars? Helicopters?’

‘Of course not,’ said Shepherd.

‘What, then? I understand you’re anxious about their safety. That’s what happens to handlers. You get attached. You care.’

Shepherd smiled tightly.

‘And before you ask, yes, I care when I’m running you. Every handler does. You’re not chess pieces that we move around as part of the greater game. What you’re feeling is totally natural. A sort of reverse Stockholm Effect. Every handler goes through it. Which is why every handler in turn has a supervisor who can keep an eye on the bigger picture. And that’s what I’m doing now. You’re close to these guys. That goes with the territory. But I am taking a broader view, and I think you’re worrying unnecessarily.’

‘What about bugging their flat? A tracker in Malik’s car? Letting Amar work his magic on their mobile phones?’

‘And what if any of that hi-tech stuff is discovered? Then they are in trouble. Big trouble.’

Shepherd sighed. Button was right. She was telling him exactly what he’d said to Chaudhry and Malik. A GPS in the car or in their phones would be a dead giveaway. Chaudhry and Malik weren’t professionals; they were just young men doing what they thought was right, and they’d never be able to lie their way out of trouble. When Shepherd worked undercover everything was a lie from his name onwards. Lying didn’t exactly come naturally to him but he was proficient at it. The big advantage that Chaudhry and Malik had was that they were real. Everything about them was genuine. That was their strength — and their weakness.

‘I hear you,’ he said.

‘I know these guys too, don’t forget. I’m not as close as you are, obviously, but I do care what happens to them. And there’s no way I’d put them in the line of fire. I really do believe that increasing their security now would do more harm than good. At the moment the only link between them and us is you. And your legend as John Whitehill, freelance journalist, is watertight. Anyone who checks up on you will find a website, dozens of articles in magazines and journals, and a rented flat in Hampstead. The worst accusation that could be levelled against them is that they’ve talked to a journalist. But that all changes if anyone finds one of our gizmos.’

‘So we just leave things as they are?’

‘Our friends over at GCHQ are listening for chatter,’ she said. ‘If we get any sense that there’s a witch hunt going on then we can rethink. We’ll put an extra watch at the borders, and check on the usual suspects here.’