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Birmingham, Three Days LaterThree days. Three whole days with Rafi and they were no closer to making contact with Wasim than they had been when they’d arrived in this miserable corner of Birmingham. It was frustrating; no matter how much time Eli spent studying the image they had of Wasim that had been lifted from the University of Kansas’s website, the reality remained elusive. And if Wasim continued to stay in the flat above the laundrette, there was little they could do, short of knocking on the door and inviting themselves in for a cup of tea.
To compound the misery of the stakeout the weather had turned bad. Squally, blustery wind and quite unseasonal according to the incessant and obsessive commentary in the shops and cafés where they passed the day trying to be as grey and unme
