‘I’m wearing a suit today. Do I look more FBI to you?’ ‘I’m impressed.’ The Assistant Secretary of State walked in briskly, smiling and waving, clearly confident the venue was sterile and the suspected terrorist was behind bars. The guests applauded as she made her way to the central table, stopping along the way and greeting dignitaries. ‘She looks taller in real life,’ Fulham whispered. ‘I guess.’ Khalid nodded towards where U-Haq was standing. ‘The sheikh’s grinning from ear to ear. He’s obviously pleased to be rubbing shoulders with the Secretary.’ ‘Mr Khalid, a rather disturbing piece of information came to me from an anonymous source earlier. I’m ordering a polygraph on you just for peace of mind.’ Khalid felt his body sway involuntarily as his limbic system responded to the threat and blood was diverted from his legs to his upper body. ‘Whose peace of mind?’ ‘Mine. It’ll clear you, just like that.’ Khalid knew a poly would sink him, as sure as hell it would expose his lies and his betrayal.
