7
CONNOR
I was still wide awake at three a.m. I tried to tell myself it was simply a matter of the time difference between London and Cairo, that my body was still on London time, but I knew that wasn’t the case at all. I stood at the window, staring into the night. I wasn’t alone. I was never alone. There were the voices, and they never left me, always there, always trying to control me. They'd been with me since childhood, for as long as I could remember. Some good, some evil, always warring for control.
Feeling the need to relax, I reached for my cigarettes. “You knew, didn’t you?”
“Knew what?”
“You knew about the explosives that girl was carrying. You know what’s going to happen.”
“Of course. It was my idea. Brilliant, don’t you think?”
“Brilliant?” I asked. “Two hundred people
