“Okay,” I quietly replied before setting off towards the yard and those milking sheds he previously referred to under the clear sky with a full moon to guide our steps. When we out of sight of the main house we started where the file had finished; Karabakh in Al Hasaketh with a political leader and a Pakistani hood, presumably to oversee the proceedings.
“The meeting was in a grocery shop in a bazaar in the town. A difficult if not impossible place for me to get close for photographs of London's target meeting Assad's man, and the ISI agent, but I had what I thought was a piece of luck. Hadad knew the owner and while they exchanged hugs and greetings by the thousands I got my look into the backroom. I was wearing a wireless pin-hole camera that shot the video into a remote receiver I'd le
