Chapter Six
Wednesday, February 17, 1988
Islamabad
Johnson still had the remnants of a hangover when he arrived at the CIA station.
He liked a beer and more than the occasional vodka or scotch, and as a result had found his first weeks in the intensely Muslim environment of Pakistan to be tough. Outside of official embassy functions it was illegal to drink alcohol, which the Pakistanis put in the same bracket as hard drugs.
But he had quickly found there were ways around the legal constraints. At a cocktail party for expat businessmen at the US embassy, Johnson had befriended an American food importer, Dennis Clarke, who had a house not far from the embassy with a basement in which there was a private bar, well stocked with a variety of whiskies, and even a small dance floor.
Dennis,
