Chapter Twenty-Two
Saturday, March 12, 1988
Jalalabad
The safe house was a small gray office building on the southern side of the street, with a sign outside that said Nadrees Accountants. Johnson and Vic carried out one final check for surveillance, using the ritual of lighting and smoking a cigarette as cover.
Satisfied that all was clear, Johnson told Elam to remain outside the Nadrees building to keep a watch while he and Vic went down an alleyway to the rear. Following Haroon’s instructions, they entered through a green wooden door that had been left ajar.
They found themselves in a basic kitchen, with a square table and chairs in the center, a stainless steel sink, a counter made of plywood, a rusting electric stove with a black kettle on it, and an ancient fridge that was maki
