Also, Altair knew, this man was dangerous. He killed those who disagreed with him and those who proved him wrong. Altair did not fear The Panther, but perhaps he should.
Altair returned to Nabeel and asked him questions about what he had related, and Nabeel stressed that his watchers had been thorough, and that they kept in contact by cell phone with friends who watched outside the embassy, and friends in the Sheraton Hotel. Even the proprietor at the Old Sana’a restaurant had called an assigned telephone number to report the presence of the Americans.
The Panther nodded in approval. He had gone to great lengths to build a telephone network of friends in each town and city in Yemen. These friends, who asked only a few rials for their trouble, numbered in the hundreds, and most of them, he thought, did not know or care whom they were reporting to when they called the telephone number assigned to them. Some of them would be surprised to learn it was Al Qaeda who wanted this information about the movements of the Americans and British, and also other Westerners-but most understood who was paying them. There were so few Westerners in this small country that they could be tracked by only a few hundred friends. The Panther believed that his network of informants was even larger than that of the PSO, who in any case were more interested in Yemeni political opponents than in Westerners.
Also, The Panther knew, the number of Westerners who came to Yemen for tourism, business, and aid work was smaller each year as the security situation became worse for them. And this was the purpose of his attack on the Belgians. Soon, he thought, the number of Westerners in Yemen would be reduced to the embassy staffs-and also the American spies and military men in Aden.
Nabeel was now speaking of the embassy party on the Sunday night. Two of the Yemenis working in the embassy kitchen were friends. Nabeel continued, “Four Americans then left the embassy with a security man who drove the armored vehicle to the Movenpick Hotel, where the Americans had dinner.” Nabeel informed his chief and Altair, “Two of our watchers entered the hotel and confirmed to me that two of the Americans were Corey and his wife, and one was the security man, Brenner, and one was a diplomat called Harris.”
The Panther nodded again. This would have been a good place for Nabeel and the jihadists to visit and kill all four Americans at dinner as they drank alcohol. The Movenpick employed National Security police and private guards on the premises, but these were of no consequence. What was of consequence was the money paid by the Movenpick and other Western hotels to Al Qaeda in return for peace. But if The Panther had known of the four Americans in the hotel-if Nabeel had telephoned him-he would have ordered the assassination in this case.
Nabeel continued, “The Americans then drove in their vehicle to the Russia Club.” He reminded his chief, “The security in this compound is very strong, and we have no friends in this place.”
The Panther responded, “Soon, when our jihadists enter Sana’a, there will be no one alive in that filthy place.”
“Yes, sir.” Nabeel completed his report, which on balance, he thought, showed that he had done a very fine job of knowing where the Americans were throughout the day and evening.
The Panther, however, said, “So, it was good that you knew every movement of the Americans. But I believe you were supposed to kill them.”
Nabeel explained, “As you know, sir, these are trained men and they take precautions.” Nabeel reminded The Panther of the armored vehicles, the weapons, the bulletproof vests, and the possibility that other American security men were watching their compatriots. Nabeel also said, “And, of course, sir, the PSO also watches the Americans.”
The Panther stared at Nabeel for a long moment, then asked him, “Were you frightened, Nabeel?”
Nabeel replied quickly, “No, sir. We were waiting for the moment when we could be certain the Americans could not escape our bullets-when they could be shot in the head, to ensure-”
“But that moment never arrived.”
“Not on that day, sir. But for the next day, we set forth a plan to-”
“Or were you waiting for the opportunity to kill only the security men, then kidnap Corey and his wife and claim your reward?”
Nabeel hesitated, then replied, “No, sir. A kidnapping was not possible in Sana’a with the police, the PSO-”
“Enough!” The Panther said to Nabeel sharply, “So on the following day, your two fortunate Americans again escaped death. Correct?”
Nabeel took another breath and replied, “They were taken from the Sheraton Hotel in an armored vehicle in the early morning and delivered to the American Embassy. Sometime later, the embassy watchers observed a convoy of five vehicles leaving the embassy.” Nabeel reminded his chief, “The armored vehicles have black glass, so neither the watchers nor a soldier who is a friend could say for certain if Corey or his wife were in any of the vehicles, but-”
“But you made the assumption that they were.”
“Yes, sir.” He explained, “Corey and his wife had arrived at the embassy at an early hour, then perhaps half an hour later the convoy passed through the gates, so-”
“I understand, Nabeel. So it was at this time that you decided to ambush the convoy.”
Nabeel had made no such decision. He had, in fact, called The Panther, who agreed that Corey and his wife were most probably in the convoy, and that an ambush should be set for the convoy. But this was not what The Panther wished him to say with Altair present.
Altair asked Nabeel, “Are you saying that you took it upon yourself to authorize an attack on the American Embassy convoy?”
Nabeel lowered his head and replied to Altair, “I did attempt, sir, three times to call al-Numair on the cell phone and satellite phone.”
The Panther said to Nabeel, “You should have attempted calls to others around me.”
“Yes, sir.” Nabeel knew that if the ambush had been successful, then this conversation would not be taking place in this way. He remembered something from the Hebrew Book of Leviticus: Let him go for a scapegoat into the wilderness.
The Panther said to Nabeel, “Now tell us what you know of this ambush.”
“Yes, sir.” Nabeel could take no blame for the failure of the ambush-that blame went to Faris, the local Al Qaeda leader who had organized the ambush-but by taking the blame for ordering it, Nabeel knew he had perhaps condemned himself to death.
“Nabeel? Speak.”
“Yes, sir.” He stood straight and addressed The Panther and Altair. “When I received word of the American convoy leaving the embassy, I immediately contacted our provincial leaders along the expected route.”
It was actually The Panther who had told him to do this, and it seemed a good strategy. Nabeel continued, “The route, as usual, was south, toward Aden, which is where the Americans go by convoy.”
The Panther said, “That was a good thought, Nabeel. I would have approved-if you had contacted me.”
“Yes, sir.” He continued, “Many friends along the route reported on the location of the convoy, and within hours, Faris had assembled fighters for an ambush in the hills south of Ibb.”
“Excellent,” said The Panther. “So is the convoy destroyed? Are all the Americans dead?”
Nabeel had been witness to his chief’s unusual manner of speaking to men who displeased him. He wondered if Bulus ibn al-Darwish had learned that way of speaking in America.
“Nabeel? Am I not speaking loudly enough for you?”
Nabeel drew a deep breath and replied, “I apologize, sir, for my slowness in responding-”
Altair interrupted, “Continue, Nabeel. What happened with this ambush?”