One Night in Tehran: A Titus Ray Thriller by Luana Ehrlich

Author:Luana Ehrlich [Ehrlich, Luana]
Language: eng
Format: azw3, epub
Publisher: Potter's Word Publishing
Published: 2014-08-09T04:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 17

It really was room service. However, Wassermann elected to roll the cart in the room himself.

After quickly devouring some food, he began explaining his reason for contacting me.

As I predicted, he began chronologically.

“For the past two years, I’ve been in Damascus running a couple of assets inside a Hezbollah group. Their leader takes his orders straight from Iran.”

“What kind of assets were you running?”

He gave me an irritated look. “Slow down. I’m getting to that.”

“Sorry. Lost my head.”

“I recruited two people, a man and a woman, inside a group calling itself Asaib al Haq or League of the Righteous. I targeted a man named Talib because a reliable source told me he needed the money and was willing to get inside the group and work for the Agency. Sure enough, within six months, he was giving me some valuable stuff.”

Wassermann concentrated on his eating for several minutes.

When I couldn’t stand it any longer, I asked, “And the woman you recruited?”

He took a drink of water before answering. “Rasha was a peripheral person, a cousin of one of the group’s leaders. In reality, she didn’t have much access to their plans and knew next to nothing of actionable intelligence. However, she prepared meals for the leaders and was excellent at identifying people in the organization and giving us intel on members attending their meetings.”

Wassermann paused while drowning his French fries in ketchup.

I prodded him. “I’m assuming all this background has something to do with me?”

“Hold on, I’m getting to that.” He stuffed a big forkful of French fries in his mouth. “You know, when we first met, you had a lot more patience.”

“I was younger then.”

“And better looking.”

I held up my hands in mock surrender. “I’m patiently listening now.”

“Good. Here’s where it gets interesting. The first high-quality piece of intelligence from Talib detailed how Asaib al Haq was bringing operatives into the U.S. He said they were working with the Mexican drug cartels to bring them across our southern border. Once Hezbollah members got here, they were supposed to organize deep cover cells and wait for further instructions.”

I interjected, “I recently had an OSBI agent outline the same scenario. He’s in the process of trying to locate those cells right now.”

He nodded. “That piece of intelligence came from my network.” He gestured at me with his fork. “Now, this is where you come into the picture.”

“About time.”

He ignored my comment. “Talib told me three weeks ago that Ahmed Al-Amin—someone I know Hezbollah has used in the past for assassinations—attended an Asaib al Haq meeting in Damascus. It was a send off celebration for a team of agents leaving for Mexico.”

“Was Al-Amin giving them a pep talk before they left?”

“Not exactly. Talib said Ahmed Al-Amin was going to Mexico with this group, but he wasn’t going to be setting up cells in the States or waiting for orders, because he already had his orders. Do you want to venture a guess as to why Ahmed was coming to the States?”

“To kill me?”

Wassermann seemed surprised.

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