Chapter Eighteen
Tuesday, March 1, 1988
Islamabad
Johnson leaned against the blue railings surrounding the giant bleached skeleton of an elephant and contemplated its enormous shinbones. Then he wandered around to the front of the beast and carefully read the description and biological details on a plaque positioned beneath its tusks.
The meeting location, at the Pakistan Museum of Natural History in Islamabad’s Shakarparian Park, had been Haroon’s idea. The plan was for them to get black before they arrived, casually bump into each other, and then find somewhere discreet to speak. A walk in the nearby park with its undulating hills could follow, at which the real business might be conducted.
After a couple of minutes, a figure materialized to Johnson’s left, seemingly immersed in the
