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ROB LANGDON
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Authors note ix
Epilogue291
Dead Men
20092010
The arrest
Kabul office. Elena was really good at her job and wed
had a cordial professional relationship during my year in
Afghanistan. Itreat people as Ifind them, but the Macedo-
nians didnt like other men talking to their women, and my
friendliness with Elena had never gone down very well with
her husband and his mates.
Rob, Ihave to warn you, Elena said.
My heart rate went up a little. Whats going on?
My husband has given the NDS passport photos of you,
details about you, everything they need to identify you. Theyre
coming for you now. You need to get out of the airport.
Fuck. Had Ibeen sold out? The NDS, or National Direc-
torate of Security, Afghanistans secret police, had close
connections to Commander Haussedin, the local war lord
who Ibelieved was the main source of all of my, and our
companys, problems. If Petar had sold me out to Haussedin,
the next few minutes could be the difference literally between
life and death. Iconsidered my options. Icouldnt go back
out of the airport the way Id come in: on the streets, Iwould
never escape. Icouldnt get to Bagram now that the alert
was out. And my Safi Airways flight was only minutes from
boarding. My way out of here was in that plane.
Over the next seven years, Ithought about Elenas call. As
Igathered more information, Ieventually came to reconsider
what had happened. Maybe Iwasnt really seconds from
getting away. Maybe it was all a set-up. Maybe that minibus
would have just waited on the tarmac for however long it
took for the cops to come and grab me. Maybe, as Iwished
for those few seconds to tick over, my fate had already been
sealed by forces beyond my knowledge or control. In a strange
way, that consoled me. Better to be angry at betrayal than
wringing your hands over bad luck and a couple of minutes.
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