Beth waited, just looking at him quietly, and he began to speak again:
“We’d heard from one of our informants that women in this one part of the city were organizing a kind of Black Widow movement. You know what that is?”
“If it’s anything like the Chechen Black Widows, sure. Women who have lost their husbands to war are being recruited to take out the adversaries. Same thing?”
“Exactly the same.” Jim sighed. “Female suicide bombers working for the Taliban are no new thing – just ask Chris about that – but the women involving their kids? Nobody saw that coming.”
“Their kids?”
“Yeah.
“Wait.” Beth stared at him. “You mean Tahir’s mother was a bomber?”
“Oh, yeah… a hardcore, angry, dedicated one. And he told me about it.”
“He did?”
“Uh-huh. Walked right up to me in the street while
