“About three weeks ago. We had a long and alcoholic dinner in Mijas, a village up the mountain from my home in Marbella, and he dropped many heavy hints about his contacts.”

“What did he tell you?”

“He told me that he had actually met Osama bin Laden, face-to-face, but he wouldn’t tell me when.”

“What else did he tell you on that occasion?”

“He told me that Al Qaeda and the Taliban were planning a large acquisition of small arms and antiaircraft missiles, which they intend to use against your unpiloted drones that are raining down Hellfire missiles on them. He asked if I would bid on their order. I told him I would need a detailed list of what they wanted, when and where they wanted it, and what they were prepared to pay.”

“Did he give you the list?”

“He gave me that on the second occasion we met.”

“When and where did that take place?”

“At my home, at lunch, on the day your people kidnapped me.”

Pablo reached inside the mailing tube at his side and extracted two sheets of paper. He separated them and handed the smaller one to Lance. “This was his order. I had planned to fax it to your station chief in Madrid.”

Lance looked at the list, then held it up to a camera for transmission to Langley. “And you expect me to believe that?” he asked.

“It’s immaterial whether you believe it or not,” Pablo said. He gave Lance a telephone number. “That is the fax line for your station chief.”

“Did you bid on the weapons?”

“No. I told him I would, in due course, but I never had any intention of selling him the weapons. I think he believed I needed further convincing, so he gave me a very interesting piece of information.”

“And what was that?”

“The longitude and latitude of the redoubt of Osama bin Laden.”

The room became absolutely silent.

“Would you like to write down the coordinates?” Pablo asked.

Lance grabbed a pad. “Yes, please go ahead.”

Pablo recited the numbers.

“My God,” Holly Barker said.

“What?” Lance asked.

“It’s Tora Bora, where he was almost caught before,” she replied.

FORTY-FOUR

FORTY-FOUR

Lance looked skeptical. “That’s just not possible,” he said. “He wouldn’t go back to the place where we nearly caught him.”

“Well,” Holly said, “certainly that’s the last place we would look for him.”

Pablo unrolled the map and weighted its corners. “Please look at the markings Mohammed X made on the map.”

Lance and his party stood up to look, and a camera moved in on the map for a close-up.

“Mohammed made those markings. They’re meant to outline roughly a series of caves in the mountains that have been joined over the past year. He says generators and heating equipment have been brought in, and they have made the place quite comfortable. He says bin Laden moved in several weeks ago.”