Sari Abu Amineh
I called Darrar, because he still hadn’t done anything, despite all the gifts I showered on him and his family – things they never dreamed of acquiring. The Basha continued to ask me what was happening with Walid and I kept telling him everything was going according to plan.
“Good to know you’re still alive,” I said to Darrar. “You can thank me for that. But I can’t wait forever. I think you know what I mean.”
Darrar said some things that shocked me. From what I understood, Walid had left Afghanistan, and Darrar wasn’t able to find out where he was headed to because of the covert nature of the mission he had been sent to carry out, but he was still trying to reach him.
I asked him angrily what he had been doing when Sharhabil disappeared, and why he was so calm about ha
