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"Are you sure?" Rapp asked suspiciously.

"Yes. He was to fly to Cuba where he would take a boat and enter Florida somewhere on its eastern coast."

Rapp wanted to know more about al-Yamani, but there was something else of even greater importance he needed to know first. "How was the bomb to enter the country?"

"I'm not sure." The Pakistani looked down and away when he answered this.

Rapp reached out with his right hand and placed it on the table. The move caused the prisoner to flinch. "Ahmed," said Rapp in a stern voice. "Look at me."

Reluctantly, he did so.

"You know more than you are telling us. How were they planning on getting the bomb into the country?"

"I'm not sure," he answered in a shaky voice, "but I think by ship."

"And why do you think that?"

"About three weeks ago it was loaded onto a freighter in Karachi."

If Ahmed was telling the truth, that meant Abdullah was lying to him, that was unless the bomb had been off-loaded at a port somewhere and then transferred onto a plane for the rest of the journey. To Rapp that seemed like more work than it was worth. Why not just put it on a plane to start with?

"Ahmed, an hour ago you seemed to know a lot less. How can I be sure you're telling me the truth?"

He looked up at Rapp with a pleading expression. "These are things I am not supposed to know. Things I overheard the others talking about."

"Did you hear Abdullah talk about any o

f the details?"

Ahmed, confused, just looked at Rapp.

"Did you hear Abdullah talk about how they were getting the bomb into America?"

"Yes. By ship."

"You're sure?"

"Yes."

Rapp took a moment to study the man's face. "At any point did they talk about putting it on a plane?"

The young Pakistani shook his head. "Not that I heard."

"Did you hear what port they were going to bring the bomb in to?"

"No." He shook his head. "I heard them mention several cities."

"Which ones?"

"New York and Baltimore were the two I remember."

"What about Miami and Charleston?"

"I think those too."

Rapp leaned back and looked at Urda. "I need to go make a call. Maybe you two could discuss how Mr. al-Yamani got into America and who is helping him."

Urda nodded knowingly. As Rapp left the tent, Urda told his young prisoner he was doing a good job and asked him if he wanted more tea.

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