The Last Patriot - Brad Thor [35]
“The Yemenis brought Dr. Khalifa in to authenticate them. Because they don’t have any decent facilities in Yemen, he’d gotten their approval to transport the find to Rome so that all of it could be photographed and preserved.”
“Did any of it survive?”
“It’s all gone.”
“So that’s it? Old bits of the Koran? That’s what he had been working on? That’s what his niece thought made him a threat to Islam?”
Rasmussen referred back to his notes. “Dr. Khalifa was working closely with the deputy assistant director of the Italian State Archive Services. He’s the one who told the police that Khalifa was working late the night of the fire. Anyway, this guy, Alessandro Lombardi, claims that Dr. Khalifa was very excited about the find because he had discovered intriguing inconsistencies between the Koranic parchments from Yemen and the Koran that Muslims worldwide use today.”
“What kind of inconsistencies?” asked Ozbek.
“Lombardi says Khalifa didn’t elaborate much. But what he did say was that several of the things he had found supported another project he was working on. It was based on some story about the prophet Mohammed having a final revelation that never made it into the Koran and that he had been assassinated to keep it quiet.”
“Whatever this final revelation is,” said Rasmussen, “it’s supposedly enough to turn the whole religion on its ear. Mohammed shared it with his apostles, but some of them didn’t like it and apparently bumped him off. Mohammed knew he had been poisoned, so he summoned his chief scribe and recounted the final revelation to him in hopes that it would survive.”
“And?”
“According to Khalifa, the scribe was hunted down by the men who had poisoned Mohammed. They found the final revelation hidden beneath the scribe’s robes. They burned it and then chopped the scribe’s head off.”
“End of story,” said Ozbek.
“Not quite,” replied Rasmussen. “What the scribe was carrying was a copy. The killers never located the original.”
“But Khalifa found it?”
Rasmussen shrugged. “Supposedly, his partner on this other project thought he had a line on it.”
“Then, presuming Khalifa is dead, he might not have been the only target. Do we have a name for his partner?” asked Ozbek.
“Nope.”
“E-mails? A research organization he or she belonged to? Anything?”
Rasmussen shook his head. “Lombardi said that Khalifa kept everything on his laptop.”
“Which let me guess,” said Ozbek, “was with him the night of the fire.”
“According to Lombardi, it was.”
Ozbek stood up and began pacing. “What about at Georgetown? Did Khalifa have a desktop computer in his office? What about his university e-mail account? How about his house? Phone records?”
Rasmussen looked at his colleague. “All stuff we can’t have access to without permission.”
“Steve, hold on. Nura Khalifa’s boss, Waleed, along with Sheik Omar, began asking a lot of questions about her uncle’s work, which is considered by the more hardcore Islamists to be threatening. Next thing we know, Omar has allegedly hired an assassin to remove a serious threat to Islam, and shortly thereafter it looks like the uncle has died in a fire? Does any of this look a little too coincidental to you?”
“I don’t believe in coincidences.”
“Neither do I,” replied Ozbek.
“That still doesn’t change the fact that the CIA is prohibited from carrying out domestic operations.”
“If you’re not comfortable—”
“I didn’t say I wasn’t comfortable,” replied Rasmussen.
“Good. How long will it take to get everything I just asked for?”
“Including sending teams in broad daylight to Georgetown and Dr. Khalifa’s residence? Several hours at least.”
“Okay,” said Ozbek as he pulled out the piece of paper with Andrew Salam’s cell phone number written on it and handed it to Rasmussen. “That’ll give us time to start working on Plan B.”
CHAPTER 23
PARIS
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