"Yes. Dan Lee. In Macau."
"Right. After that happened, Mr. Benton told me that he thought the Shop had a list of names. Names of possible agents with the National Security Agency. He was afraid the Shop had begun a campaign to eliminate everyone on the list."
I consider this. "I don't question Rick's suspicions, but I think you both give the Shop too much credit. If the Shop really does have a list of names, then I can't imagine how they got it."
"That is exactly what Mr. Benton said. Very mysterious."
"I tell you, Reza, I'm not going to worry about it," I say. I mean it, too. I have more important things to think about. I spend a great deal of energy watching my back when I'm on an assignment. It's routine. "Now, what can you tell me about Rick's investigations?"
"Mr. Benton was working on tracing an arms supply line coming into Iraq. He believed the arms come from Azerbaijan, but he wasn't completely sure. I tend to agree with him. If this is true, then there are two routes the arms could take--one through Iran, and one through Armenia and Turkey. I'll tell you what I think. I don't believe they're coming through Iran, although maybe the Shop wants to give us that impression. There are arms that do come into Iran, but they do not originatein my country. I know for a fact that our government is working very hard to keep illegal arms out of Iran. They do not want to be perceived as a contributor to international terrorism, despite how the world arena has portrayed us. Our government is particularly concerned about radical terrorist groups that may have Iranian connections."
"Like the Shadows, for instance?"
Hamadan smiles again. "You are very perceptive, Sam."
"They are quickly becoming a priority for us," I explain.
"Yes, well, as they should. There have been some suspicions in the media and in our government that the Shadows are based in Iran. I hope it's not true. I don't believe it."
"Reza, whatever enlightenment you can provide would be appreciated."
"I don't know much, either. Only that the group is taking credit for a lot of attacks lately. Are we even sure that the Shadows really exist? Could they be al Qaeda or another one of the established groups merely trying to confuse us?"
"No, I don't think so. Their methods are slightly different. Results are the same, though. I actually think I met some Shadows in Arbil the other day."
"Really?"
"Yes. That reminds me. What do you know about the Tabriz Container Company?"
Hamadan wrinkles his brow. "Why?"
"There was a shipment of arms confiscated in Arbil. The stuff was in crates made by the Tabriz Container Company."
Hamadan shrugs. "It's a large company here that makes boxes, crates, containers. . . . Their warehouse is located outside the city."
"I'm going to check them out."
"It can't hurt, but I can't imagine that this company is involved in anything illegal. They sell their products to all kinds of clients. The Shop might be buying the containers through a middleman or a front."
"Could be. Here's another question for you. Have you ever heard of anyone named Tarighian?"
"Tarighian?" Hamadan looks surprised. " NasirTarighian?"
"I don't know his first name."
"If you're talking about Nasir Tarighian, you're talking about an Iranian war hero. He was a hero during the Iran-Iraq War."
"Tell me about him."
"He was very wealthy, owned several businesses, and was very active politically. He got into a little trouble in the early 1980s by speaking out against the Islamic Revolution. When the war started he underwent a tragedy--his home was destroyed and he lost some relatives, killed by Iraqi bombs. After that incident he swore revenge against Iraq. He formed an anti-Iraqi militia--a terrorist group, really. They made frequent raids across the border. They were merciless--they killed innocent civilians and destroyed a lot of property. Tarighian became something of a cult hero here in Iran, but the government didn't approve of his actions. They were going to step in and stop him, but before they could, the Iraqi army ambushed Tarighian and his little band of soldiers. Tarighian was killed and the militia was wiped out."
"Tarighian's dead?"
"That's the general consensus. He hasn't been heard from since. No bodies were recovered from the battle, I might add."
"Hmm. I heard a member of the Shadows mention that name in Arbil."
"I shall make inquiries," Hamadan says. "However, the one name I have heard associated with the Shadows' leadership is a man named Ahmed Mohammed. Have you heard of him?"
"Yes, I heard his name in Arbil as well and I remember his name coming up in reports," I answer. "I'm sure he's on the FBI wanted terrorist list."
"Mohammed is an Iranian, a known terrorist who is wanted by our government for a number of crimes. My sources tell me that he is a major player in the Shadows. He may not be the supreme boss, but he most likely plans operations and has them carried out."
"Well then, I'll be sure to watch out for him."
Hamadan stands and goes to his desk. He opens a drawer and removes an accordion folder. He brings it back to me. "This is Mr. Benton's. He sometimes stayed in a room we have above our shop. In fact, he was here just before he went to Belgium. He left that material here and I found it in the room. Perhaps the material will be useful. You are also welcome to stay here in the room if you wish, Sam."
"Thanks." I open the file and find several papers and some photos. I remove the first photo and have a look. There are two men in the picture. One of them looks vaguely familiar to me. He's obviously Middle Eastern, is in his fifties, and appears to have a skin condition. The other guy I don't know.
"Ah, yes, that's something else," Hamadan says. "Mr. Benton had made contact with that man." He points to the guy who looks familiar. "His name is Namik Basaran. He's a Turk. Mr. Benton believed that Mr. Basaran has inside information about the Shadows."
"Namik Basaran. I think I've heard of him."
"You might have seen him on television. He's an entrepreneur who owns a huge conglomerate in Van, Turkey. It's called Akdabar Enterprises. Do you know it?"
"No."
"They deal mostly with construction, oil production, and steel. Besides that, Basaran runs a charity organization called Tirma, the mission of which is to provide relief for terrorist victims around the world. He founded Tirma with his own money. Namik Basaran is a publicity hound, so he always goes on the news to speak out against terrorism whenever there is an attack. He has been known to help the Turkish police in their search for terrorists, and he seems to have connections in all the surrounding countries."
This charity organization rings a bell. Perhaps I have heard of this guy. "Have you met him?" I ask.
"Never, but we have done business together. I sold him some carpets to decorate his offices. I hope to meet him someday. He's a very generous man, but I must say I believe he's more interested in getting his face on TV than in anything else. But at least he puts his money where his mouth is."
"Who's the other man in the photograph?" He appears to be Eastern European, not Arabic or Persian. Another guy in his late fifties or maybe early sixties.
"I don't know. Neither did Mr. Benton."
"Where did Rick get the photo?"
"I don't know."