THIRTY-FIVE
Aisha detected patent fear from the women in the prayer meeting but it was difficult to delve; she was new, and not trusted. This said as much to her as did the hushed tones. Rashid fared no better, and had a hostile reaction; he presumed he had to earn his stripes before he would be trusted, but the question was, how long did he have? His brief, as was Aisha’s, do nothing, just listen. The surveillance would have recorded pictures of all of those that attended. They reported, it felt like a tinder box.
The surveillance picked up nothing obvious, but the computer systems, cleaning-up the images of the attendees, had two hits. The two identified were a part of a group of four previously tracked by Cyrano when monitoring the cross-channel ferries as a part of the bike d**g smug
