CHAPTER 8
THE LAST DAY—THE END
From behind the counter, Waheed Mosaab could see the headlights of the truck approaching. The speed of the approach meant only one thing. The New York Post truck was behind schedule and would be flinging a bundle of newspapers somewhere in the vicinity of the sidewalk without stopping. The sound of the truck’s engine faded in the distance as Waheed exited the store to retrieve his newspapers. He grabbed the bundle by its tied string and lifted. After one short step, however, he froze, with the bundle landing on the sidewalk with a thud. Looking down at the stack of newspapers, Waheed prayed that he was experiencing a hallucination. But no, the back page of the sports section was crystal clear. It was a full-page photo of Ahmed Al-Fadhill, complete with FBI
