‘I’d prefer somewhere outside,’ said Shepherd.
‘I’ve got an active investigation that means I have to be here all day,’ she replied.
‘Give me an hour,’ he said and cut the connection. He read through the rest of the article and then picked up the Mail. The same story was on page seven.
Charlotte Button kept Shepherd waiting for half an hour in a conference room on the third floor of Thames House, but her apologies when she did finally arrive seemed genuine enough. Shepherd stood up out of politeness but she waved him to sit back down as she dropped into one of the high-backed executive chairs on the opposite side of the highly polished oval oak table. Shepherd had the Telegraph and Mail open in front of him. Button was holding a cup of tea and she placed it carefully on the table.
‘How the hell could this have happened, Charlie? Whose side are the Pakistanis on?’
The thrust of the articles in both papers was the same: an unnamed spokesman for the Inter-Services Intelligence, Pakistan’s premier intelligence agency, had announced that a hand-drawn map had been found in the compound where Bin Laden had been living, a map that could have been left only by the Seals. The map showed the layout of the compound and had floor plans of the main building, including the bedroom where Bin Laden was shot. The spokesman also said that the fact that the Americans had destroyed their own helicopter was a sign that they no longer trusted their Pakistani allies.
‘Their noses were put out of joint because the Americans made them look stupid, or at best incompetent, so this is them getting their own back. They just want to show that the Americans make mistakes.’
‘Even if it means putting our guys in the firing line? And what about the bloody Yanks? What were they thinking? Are their memories so bloody poor that they can’t commit a floor plan to memory?’
‘Spider, you’re blowing this out of all proportion,’ said Button calmly.
Shepherd’s jaw dropped. ‘I’m what?’
‘Look, you’re right: a mistake was made. The Seals shouldn’t have left the map behind, but Bin Laden’s dead and what’s done is done.’
‘You’re not serious, are you?’ said Shepherd. Button said nothing. She picked up her cup and sipped her tea. ‘Charlie, you don’t need me to spell this out for you, do you?’ Button continued to sip her tea. Shepherd leaned forward, his eyes locked on hers. ‘That piece of paper shows that the Yanks had intel on the inside of that building, intel that couldn’t have come from surveillance or satellites. The only way they could know the layout of the inside of the building is if they’d spoken to someone who’d been inside.’
‘He had visitors. We know that,’ said Button, putting down her cup.
‘Are you being deliberately obtuse?’ asked Shepherd. ‘If anything had changed in that room, anything at all, then it would give them a timeline. If a chair had been brought in and that chair was shown on the plan then they’d know when the traitor had been there.’
‘You’re assuming that the bad guys will get sight of the map,’ said Button.
‘And you’re not? It’s the Pakistanis, for God’s sake. Their intelligence services leak like a bloody sieve. They probably showed the map to al-Qaeda before they went public. And why go public with something like that in the first place? There’s only one reason, and that’s to embarrass the bloody Yanks. They’re no allies of ours, that’s for sure.’
‘And why has this map come forward now? Bin Laden was killed months ago. Why have the Pakistanis just released it?’
‘We don’t know,’ said Button. ‘Either they found it at the time and have been sitting on it, or they’ve only just found it. They’re getting ready to demolish the building so they could have just swept through the building again and stumbled across it. The when doesn’t really matter. All that matters is that they’ve gone public with it.’
‘Whose side are they on?’
‘Supposedly ours,’ said Button. ‘But there are a lot of different factions within the Pakistani intelligence community. And some of those factions are close to al-Qaeda.’
Shepherd cursed and shook his head.
‘Spider, what are you worried about? That al-Qaeda is going to be looking for revenge?’
‘You think they’ll just let it go?’
‘It’s a terror organisation. They plant bombs and they crash planes. They’re not geared up for individual assassinations. And who’s going to be authorising and funding a revenge operation?’
‘He had his supporters. Rich Saudis. They might want to prove a point.’
Button sat back in her chair. ‘I think you’re worrying about nothing,’ she said. ‘Even if someone in al-Qaeda realises that there was human intel behind the raid there’s still nothing to point to our people.’
‘There’s the timeline,’ said Shepherd. ‘How many visitors do you think he had during the five years he was in Pakistan? The Americans had the compound under surveillance for six weeks before the raid and in that time there were just three visitors, and one of them was his courier. So in a year, maybe twenty? Do you think they’d believe that the Americans would wait a year before taking him out? Six months, max. So they can probably pin it down to ten visitors, maybe a dozen.’
‘That’s complete guesswork, Spider. Bin Laden wanted to brief our two guys personally, but he might have met hundreds of others.’
‘Our guys were special, that’s what he said to them. He was taking a particular interest in them because he really wanted to hurt the UK.’
‘He probably said that to all the girls,’ said Button, then she quickly held up her hand as she saw the frown flash across Shepherd’s face. ‘I’m sorry, misplaced flippancy. But my point is valid. He’s not going to tell his people that they’re disposable, is he? He’s going to tell them all that they’re vital to his organisation, that they’re the centre of his universe. You make a shahid feel that he’s the most important person on earth because that’s the only way he’s going to blow himself to kingdom come. My point is that Bin Laden will have had several visitors and I don’t see that our guys are any more at risk than anyone else. And the Americans are already feeding the media with stories that it was Bin Laden’s courier who led them to the house.’
‘And you’re prepared to take that risk, are you?’
‘It’s a calculated risk. You’ve worked undercover and you know that there’s always a risk.’
‘But I’m a professional. Our guys are amateurs. You brought me in to babysit them for exactly that reason. You needed a pro to hold their hands. Well, that’s what I’m doing. They don’t know the danger they’re in right now so I’m the one who has to speak for them.’
‘And what do you want to do? Pull them out? Blow the whole operation?’
‘Blow the whole operation?’ repeated Shepherd incredulously. ‘They supplied the intel that led to Bin Laden being taken out. That operation is well and truly over.’
‘But what al-Qaeda are planning in the UK is ongoing,’ said Button. ‘What happened in Pakistan isn’t going to put the brakes on what’s happening here. If anything, Bin Laden’s death makes it even more likely that they’ll carry out attacks here and in the States. And pulling Chaudhry and Malik out at this late stage is going to make them appear as guilty as hell.’ She leaned forward. ‘You’re over-thinking this, really. So far as the world is concerned, the Americans followed a courier to the compound based on intel they got from waterboarding. Now you and I know that’s a fairy story, but the media’s lapping it up and the Americans love it because it makes them look like heroes for once.’
Shepherd nodded thoughtfully. ‘Okay, I’ll buy that. But they’re going to need more protection.’
‘Like what? You want to go Salman Rushdie on them and have them assigned round-the-clock Special Branch guards? You want them followed by unmarked cars? Helicopters?’
‘Of course not,’ said Shepherd.