‘And Posgnyet?’

‘He control Operation Angel. From Moscow. I don’t remember why he help us.’

‘Try and remember.’ I squeezed in more of the drug. There was now only a tiny drop left.

‘Russia helps us, because it is good for Russia, maybe. I don’t know. Things not good for those countries are good for Russia. Who knows? Who knows with Russians at all?’ He giggled. ‘First they make things good and easy for us – then maybe later they make them hard. We must be on guard, eh? They think we are simple. But we are not. We will outsmart them.’

‘Of course you will,’ I said.

‘Of course we will,’ he agreed.

‘Now why don’t you tell me which power stations?’

‘They only know in each country. Security, man. If we don’t know, we can’t tell. Good, man, eh? Smart!’ He grinned.

I squeezed in the last of the drug.

‘I like you,’ he said.

‘What else would you like to tell me?’

‘Anything. I like talking to you. I want to go on talking to you for ever.’

‘Who went to Libya last August?’

‘Everyone, man, that was the big meeting. Yes, that was the big one!’

‘Who was everyone?’

‘Everyone I told you.’ His eyelids closed.

‘You, Hadino Dusab, Felix Wajara, Gunther Keller-Blaus, Jose Reythal, Mossif Kalib, Patrick Cleary, Joel Ballard and Ben Tsenong?’

‘Not Tsenong, man, he had to go back to England.’

Ogomo was not lying.

‘Tell me about Patrick Cleary, Lukas.’

‘Irish. I don’t know more. Met him only once. Nice man. Kind.’

He was showing signs of coming round. I placed the chloroformed cloth over his nose; he went unconscious at once. I removed the Elastoplast and pulled out the syringe. Then I untied him, rolled down his shirt sleeve, put his jacket on, and carried him over and put him behind the wheel of his own car. Then I took one of the large nails I had bought that afternoon, and pushed it up hard in the gap in the tread of his front off-side tyre. I didn’t want it to burst the tyre then and there, but equally, I didn’t want it to fall out.