Chapter Seven
Friday, February 19, 1988
Islamabad
Unusually, Johnson’s second meeting of the week with Haroon was at the same safe house near Quaid-i-Azam University that he had used previously. Normally he rotated locations for meetings with his agents, but this time he had no choice, as the others were in use.
He took extra care with his surveillance detection route to ensure that there was no ISI stooge on his tail.
Haroon was half an hour late and explained that he too had been taking additional precautions and had been forced to do a couple of additional loops around the city after suspecting that one of the ISI’s surveillance team had been tailing him. It had turned out that the man had simply been on his way for a haircut.
“Joe, I have a lot more than you to lose if things go
