Chapter 30MosulIn the end, the flight to Frankfurt was full, but we
managed to book seats on the Austrian Airlines plane to Heathrow via Vienna.
We turned our attention to packing. Polystyrene chippings were used to
cushion the artefacts within the new suitcases we’d acquired. We’d just
locked the suitcases when there was an urgent knocking at the door. I looked
through the spy-hole and recognised the tall, gaunt figure of Leah’s
father.
When I opened it, I could immediately see the pain and
anguish on Robert Linden’s face. He strode in, wringing his hands, and
walked agitatedly up and down the room. Leah came from the bathroom, but he
barely registered the fact she was wearing only a bathrobe. Seeing him in
such torment, her concern was immediate.
“What on earth is wrong?”
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