Spy Shadows by Freddie P Peters

Author:Freddie P Peters [Peters, Freddie P]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Thriller/suspense
ISBN: 9781838076009
Publisher: Freddie P Peters
Published: 2020-07-01T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty-One

It was late when Henry came back to his hotel room. The meeting with al-Baghdadi’s Finance Council had been almost surreal, a cross between business acumen and zealotry. He had been questioned and quizzed in Arabic. By all accounts he felt he had done well. The Treasurer had looked relaxed and the two other men who questioned him had failed to find issues with the implementation of his plan. When it came to money laundering Henry knew what he was doing, and he did not need to fake it. His conversion to Islam had been well received, but with caution.

“I have been looking for a true belief and I have never been satisfied with what the Catholic faith gave to me.” Henry’s voice had deepened a little, the voice of an honest if perhaps blunt conversation. “Christianity puts too many intermediaries between God and the believer, too many ways of buying a favourable intercession without testing the strength of one’s faith… I’ve had enough of such weakness.” God bless Wasim who had made him rehearse his arguments for converting until they sounded credible even to Henry himself.

“Do you read the Qur’an repeatedly?”

“It is the Third Pillar of Islam. I do. And I did before I converted too.”

“But you knew you would never survive amongst us if you did not.” The man who had spoken to al-Haddawi, sending him to Mosul to avenge his brother’s death, had not yet spoken to Henry. Henry would not have expected anything else from him. After all, it was the question that was on everybody’s mind.

“But would I have come to you here, in Raqqa, if I had not felt I wanted to…? I could have offered to help you set up the funds you needed from another location and yet here I am.”

The Treasurer nodded. The other two men remained more circumspect.

“You will soon see the results of my dedication, the only true way I can convince you of my genuine conversion.” Henry this time had Harris to thank for putting him through the mill when it came to interrogation.

The door of the cell opens and four men wearing hoods come in. He has been sitting on the chair for hours. The white noise that fills the room has not stopped even since he has been dragged into it. He knows it is an exercise, yet his mind is starting to play tricks on him. He thinks he hears words in the random sounds that bounce off the walls. It becomes a strange presence that prevents him from relaxing. Its mix of grating, banging, audio tuning in and out of frequency, crawls into his mind after a while. His head has rolled to one side. His eyes feel gritty and tired. The ice cold water that hits his face makes him gasp.

“Not the cloth…” Henry does not know whether he has spoken aloud or not.

Someone shines a light in his face.

“Why should I believe you? Convince me.”

Henry snapped out of the memory. Everybody had gone quiet at his reply.

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