‘I mean that Bob’s somewhere he shouldn’t be. He’s with a team inside Iran, and they’re stuck. The bad news is, the IIGF know roughly where they are.’
‘Who is the IIGF?’
‘Their army. Western operational command. That’s the bad news.’ I didn’t ask what the good news was. I didn’t see how there could be any good news. I took a second gulp at my wine. I had to use both hands to get the glass to my mouth, I was trembling so much.
‘The good news is the same. The IIGF know roughly where they are; they don’t know exactly. There are a lot of places to hide in that part of the world so Bob may be okay for a while. A while.’
‘So what will happen to Robert?’
‘He and his team must be extracted by helicopter. Soon.’ I asked why they just didn’t extract you, if you were in such danger. ‘We aren’t allowed to overfly Iranian air space. We aren’t allowed to admit that we have any teams in Iran, although of course we’ve had teams in and out of there for years. It’s a black operation. If we sent helicopters in and they were spotted, the Iranians would raise hell about it. Then it would have to be admitted that we’d sent people into the area. Questions would be asked in Parliament. There’d be a hell of a row. Unfortunately, sending helicopters in is exactly what the IIGF expect us to do right now.’
I asked him who had sent you into Iran in the first place, if we weren’t supposed to be there. ‘We never know who dreams up these things, but of course it will go all the way back to Downing Street. Bob and his team were supposed to infiltrate, blow up something that somebody decided had to be blown up and then get out. Bob got in all right, but someone saw them coming.’
‘What can we do?’ I said. I must have spoken very loudly because your friend looked around the bar. I must have almost screamed. One or two heads turned briefly in our direction and then looked away from your friend’s stare. I made an effort to calm down. ‘So what can I do?’ I repeated. ‘Why are you telling me?’
He leaned across the table and spoke with great intensity. ‘Someone needs to blow the whistle. Your father, General Chetwode-Talbot, is pretty well known and respected. Bob’s father still has a few friends and admirers in the forces. You have to tell one or both of them. Get them to talk to their MPs. Get a question asked in Parliament and drag it out into the open. Then they’ll have do something about Bob.’
‘But what should I say?’
‘Get your father to call his MP and say that he has received specific and detailed information that Captain Robert Matthews of 41 Commando and his unit are trapped inside Iran, having accidentally crossed the border in hot pursuit, following an operation against insurgents around Lake Qal al’ Dizah in eastern Iraq. Write that down.’ He gave me a moment to find a pen and a scrap of paper inside my handbag, and then spelled it out for me. ‘Tell him Bob was in hot pursuit of an insurgent group, but now he and a six-man team are pinned down on the wrong side of the frontier, inside Iran.’
‘But that’s not what you told me before.’
‘It doesn’t matter. If everyone thinks they were there by accident, it may be possible to cut a deal with the Iranians and get them out. Any other way is too risky now.’ He paused, and finished the last of his wine. Then he added, ‘The important point is you should say that you are acting on information received, that you are absolutely convinced it is genuine, and that the British government urgently needs to obtain safe conduct for these men from the Iranian government, to allow them to be extracted by helicopter and returned across the frontier into Iraq.’
‘Will they do it?’
‘If you can get your MP to ask a question in the House, they’re going to have to do something. Put it another way: I don’t like to say this so bluntly, but Bob’s in a hell of a lot of trouble, and he’ll be in a hell of a lot more if someone doesn’t do something.’
He stood up. ‘Don’t go,’ I begged him, grasping at the sleeve of his coat. ‘There must be more you can tell me.’
‘Nothing more,’ he said, staring down at me. ‘For your sake, for Bob’s, do whatever you can, and do it tonight. Tomorrow at the latest.’ Then he left.
And now I am at home, and I have rung my father, and he has rung my MP for me because by then I was in such a state that I could hardly string two words together. How pathetic I am whenever there is a real emergency.
I have written everything out as it happened. I won’t post this letter to you because it will never reach you and the wrong people will read it, but there must be a record kept of what happened tonight. I can’t believe they have done this to you, Robert. I just can’t believe you could be betrayed like this. But we’ll get you out. My father has friends who have friends that the government can’t ignore or silence. If only you could hear me speaking out loud the words as I write them down, hear them wherever you are: we will get you out.
Love
Harriet
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From:
Tariq Anwar
Date:
21 October
To:
Essad
Folder:
Outgoing mail to Yemen
I send you my greetings and messages from our brother Abu
Abdullah.
We hear the goatherd failed to get his goat. We hear some hasty or ignorant people gave him the tribal robes to wear that were not the tribal robes that should be worn in those regions of Scotland. And so he was seen, and he was taken, and now he is back in your country, talking to the authorities, we do not doubt, as fast as his cursed tongue can shape the words.
Abu Abdullah is aware that you will be very concerned to make amends for this failure, or worse than failure, and asks you to do three things for him.
First, find the goatherd. You know the building in Sana’a where they will be keeping him. Gain access. You know which of the guards in that building are enlightened and which are not. Seek out the enlightened guards. Pay them whatever is necessary to further their enlightenment. Gain access to the goatherd and take him to join his goats. Take him out from the place where he is and remove his head, and bury him on the same hillside as his foul diseased animals.
Then, find his family. You know who they are. You know how to find them. Find them, and remove their heads also.
Lay them down and bury them beside their son, their husband, their brother. Then together they will be a testament to the anger of Abu Abdullah, the righteous anger he feels against those who fail him, my brother Essad.
Then, find the sheikh. We learn that tomorrow he comes to the Yemen. Now he is in his own country and yours. There need be no more mistakes concerning Scottish tribal dress.
You know his tribe. There are brothers who live amongst them who know us and love us and are faithful to Abu
Abdullah. Find the sheikh, and do what was instructed, and do it soon.
We ask God to lead you to the good of this life. We ask God to lead you, and we hope it may not be sooner than was first ordained, to the good of the afterlife.
Peace be upon you and God’s mercy and blessings.
Tariq Anwar
From:
Essad
Date:
28 October
To:
Tariq Anwar
Folder:
Incoming mail from Yemen
Dear Brother,
Peace be upon you and the blessings of God be with you. We have searched for the goatherd. He is gone and so is his family. We think the sheikh has hidden them in the jebel. We have started our operation against the sheikh. And we have a man close to his household who loves us, and who loves and respects Abu Abdullah. He will find the goatherd for us, and he will help us to do what is necessary to the sheikh.