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We left the soothing sound of the fountain behind and rounded a corner,
past a set of french windows behind closed wooden shutters. Maybe four
metres in front of me, light spilled from a second set of doors on to a
wrought-iron garden set, wit ha mosaic pattern on the circular table. I
stopped to try to control my breathing, and heard faint, intermittent
laughter ahead.
I eased off my bergen and left it on the ground, then got down on my
knees and put out my hand to make sure the others were going to hold it
right there.
I crawled to within a couple of feet of the french windows, and could
suddenly hear guitars and cymbals. I smiled when I recognized Pink Floyd.
I lay down and craned my neck until I could see what was happening
beyond the glass. As soon as I'd done it, I wished I hadn't. The whole room
was a haze of cigarette smoke. Zeralda was naked and covered in either oil
or sweat, I couldn't make out which, and his fat, grey-haired body and
almost woman-sized breasts were wobbling about as he wrestled on a big
circular bed. In the blue corner was a very frightened boy who couldn't have
been any more than about fourteen, with a crew-cut and ripped T-shirt.
In all there were three boys in the room, all in different states of
undress, and another adult, younger than Zeralda, in his thirties maybe,
with greased-back hair, still clothed in jeans and white shirt but with bare
feet. He seemed to be a spectator for now, sitting in a chair, smiling and
smoking as he watched the one-sided bout. The other boys looked as scared as
their friend, starting to realize what they'd let themselves in for.
I moved my head away to have a think about what I'd just seen. It had
never crossed our minds that Zeralda's fun and games involved boys; we'd
been told it was women.
When I was far enough from the window I stood and walked back to the
others. Our heads closed in and I quickly checked traser: eleven-ish minutes
to go before the device went off. Before that happened we needed to be in on
target and for Zeralda to be dead. That way, we'd have contained the
situation before there was any sort of follow-up by the fire brigade or,
even worse, the two hundred policemen.
The nylon of their berg ens rustled gently as they moved inn for me to
whisper.
"He's in there with another man and three young boys."
Hubba-Hubba raised his shovel-like hands in disbelief.
"Boys? No women? Just boys? Young boys?"
"Yep."
There was a collective Arabic mutter of disapproval. Hubba-Hubba could
only just about control his breathing.
"I will do it, let me kill him."
Four.
Lotfi wasn't going to let that happen. TSfo, we have our tasks."
Hubba-Hubba was still in a state of disgust.
"How many?"
"For definite, two men, three boys. That's all I've seen." Lotfi had a
change of heart. Then I will kill the other one." Hubba-Hubba agreed. I was
starting to worry.
"No, only the target. Just the target, OK, we're just here for him. No