Seven Days From Sunday (An MP-5 CIA Thriller, Book 1) by M.H. Sargent

Author:M.H. Sargent [Sargent, M.H.]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Tags: General Fiction
Publisher: Salt Castle Publications
Published: 2010-01-19T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Sixteen

MP-5, The Green Zone, Baghdad, Iraq ~ Saturday, April 15th ~ 1:06 p.m.

“Nothing,” Peterson said, clicking through various screens on his computer. “Still off.”

“Damn,” Gonz muttered while sprawled in a nearby canvas director’s chair and eating an apple. It was quiet inside the Marco Polo 5 complex. Heisman paced nearby, a satellite cell phone glued to one ear.

“Think she knows that? That we’re trying to triangulate her cell?”

Gonz sighed. “Peterson, a couple hours ago I would’ve told you she’s our best shot at bringing down al Mudtaji and uncovering whatever he’s up to. I’d tell you we’ve got a local agent watching her, she’s not a pro, which means the chances of him getting burned are zilch. So to tell the truth, I don’t know shit.”

“Got it. Thanks,” Heisman said, disconnecting the call. He walked over to Gonz who had raised an eyebrow.

“Sent an Army captain and an interpreter to their idea of a county record office,” Heisman said, looking at a piece of paper in his hand. “The only record of a Ezzah Shukir close to the age range we want is a birth certificate from 1980.”

“Sounds about right,” Gonz said. “Birth place?”

“Basra.”

Gonz sat up, all attention now. “Siblings?”

Heisman shook his head. “Got the mother’s name, that’s all. A Faymen Shukir.” Heisman grinned at Gonz. “But guess what? This Ezzah Shukir? The address given at the time of her birth is just a couple miles from the aunt’s farmhouse. Another one of those coincidences you don’t like.”

“But the aunt, the one in the hospital, she’s from the father’s side of the family. Not the mother’s sister.”

“Doesn’t mean family didn’t live close by. How many times have we seen that?”

“True,” Gonz conceded.

“Something else of interest. She applied for a Jordanian passport in 1995.”

“And it was granted, we know that. So, what? She’s got dual citizenship?”

“Jordan’s cooperating and they’re chasing down all that stuff. Key is, if she was born there. Then there are two. One born in Basra, 1980 and the one born in Jordan.”

Gonz mulled this over for a moment. “You’re right. About the coincidences. That’s supposed to be a pretty rural area, right? Where the aunt lives? We got Ghaniyah’s aunt and maybe she and her mother, no mention of a father, living just a couple miles apart.” He bit off another piece of the apple. “My bet is on the Basra baby. She’s our Ghaniyah.”

“How does that work then?” Heisman asked. “She goes off to Jordan, gets recruited by al Qaeda?”

“Or falls in love.” Heisman shot him a skeptical look and Gonz said, “Wouldn’t be the first time.”

“Question is, is she in love now? In love with our pharmacy guy?”

“No way of knowing,” Gonz admitted.

“Handwriting sample came back negative by the way.”

“I saw that.”

“Which means, he may be telling the truth. He didn’t write the note in Quizby’s mouth. Which leaves us with Abdul al-Jarrah, a.k.a., Sharif, to be the note writer since he speaks English, too. Only he used the pharmacy stationery to rat out Adnan.

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