‘That is a leap.’ Broker spoke softly as the Agency operatives breakfasted in different establishments around the Grand Bazaar. ‘What you told Meg and Beth yesterday, that Golzar will be a virus carrier. We don’t even know if Iran has chemical and biological weapons.’
‘I can’t think of any other explanation,’ Zeb stuck to his guns. ‘Have you seen that killer’s file? He spent some time in our country. He can speak English like an American. I’m sure that’s why Mostofi selected him.’
‘Yeah, but will he agree to such a mission?’ Chloe, whose head he could see across the street as she sat across Bear.
All of them had changed their disguises yet again and looked different from the previous day. No one could say the twins were related. Beth had worn her dark hair with a blonde streak. Red lipstick, a ring through her nose, grey eyes, singing along to some tune playing on her phone as she dined alone. Meghan was dressed in a business suit, her dark scarf covering her hair, a pair of transparent glasses perched on her nose as she perused a file.
‘These are suicide killers,’ the elder twin murmured. ‘They are willing to die for their cause.’
‘Injecting him with a virus …’ Bwana trailed off and cursed. ‘That’s just like Mostofi.’
‘Let’s get him. Then we’ll know,’ Roger suggested.
Zeb thought about it as he finished his food and pushed his plate away. Nodded when the server pointed at a drink on the menu.
‘Better still, why not capture him as well as Nassour?’ Broker interjected.
‘We do that, and what then?’ Zeb objected. ‘What’s stopping Mostofi from sending someone else with the virus?’
That stopped them cold.
‘We need to get into that university,’ Beth decided.
‘We tried, once,’ Meghan argued. ‘We didn’t find anything.’
‘That’s because we didn’t have help.’ Zeb finished his chai, dropped several bills on the table and got to his feet. ‘We need Zarhagi.’