CHAPTER 6Minneapolis International Airport
March 19
A few hours earlier, Sharif had guessed that Ahmed was lying about the package, but the arrogant fool had connections. The consul decided that Fasihullah, a consular employee close to Ahmed’s age and a dead ringer for him, would be safer if he knew little about the secret package he was carrying. He’d be less likely to be nervous and give himself away to the TSA.
Fasi had heard enough about the package for his pulse to quicken as he handed the TSA inspector Ahmed’s passport and tickets. He knew that as Ahmed he wouldn’t have diplomatic immunity, but he didn’t feel it in his gut until the guard looked from him to Ahmed’s passport photo and back again.
The TSA inspector smiled and wished him a safe trip.
With effort, Fasi kept his hand
