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In the police station in Batumi, Georgia, the translating officer came out of the interrogation room and said to CIA agent Henry Carr, “Tafar is the liaison officer, he was sent by the buyer to protect his investment and oversee the shipment of the cesium canisters to the Sudan.”
“Did they say who the buyer was?”
“No, they honestly said that they didn’t know.”
Henry turned around and started to walk back into the interrogation room with a determined look on his face.
“Mr. Carr,” the interrogation officer said sternly, “I can’t let you go back in there.”
“What if they do know who’s behind this terrorist activity?”
“And what if they don’t? To put it in simple terms, Mr. Carr, I can’t allow you to kill any more people in this building.”
Henry stopped in his tracks and turned around and walked back to the officer.
“Are you one hundred percent positive that they don’t know anything else?”
“Believe me, I wouldn’t stop you if I didn’t truly believe that they don’t have anything else to offer us.”
“I trust you, officer, you’re a good man, did they tell you where Tafar is from?” Henry asked.
“He’s from Azerbaijan, they said that he was a top officer in a paramilitary group, and they were definitely afraid of him like he was the devil himself. They said that he killed a sailor because the man wanted a piece of fruit from the captured crates.”
“Did they say why he wasn’t on the ship when we seized it?”
“They said that he left the ship not long before the attack. He said that he had business in Tbilisi and he was expected to come back the following morning to check on the crates again,” the officer said.
“Let me see if I understand this, Tafar was supposed to be here monitoring this deadly shipment and he’s jerking around driving back and forth from here to Tbilisi on some other business? Did they give any indication of what business he had to attend to that could have been more important to the killer than this?”
“Sorry, but those sailors have no idea of what Tafar was doing,” the officer said.
“What was the name of the Azerbaijani town that he was from?”
“Ismailly,” the officer replied.”
“Hopefully, he only has a few hours head start on me,” Henry said, “What route would he take to get to Ismailly, Azerbaijan?”
“The quickest way is to go up to Tbilisi and take the western road through Lagodekhi and into Azerbaijan. They also said that he was wearing a camouflage military uniform and driving a jeep, so you shouldn’t have much trouble finding him.”
“Don’t worry,” Henry said, “I’ll get him.”
Henry picked up his bags and said, “I appreciate your help today, we couldn’t have done it with out you.”
“It was nothing, Mr. Carr, you did all the work,” the officer said as a gurney is rolled out the interrogation room with Karim's covered body lying on it.”
“Oh, I nearly forgot,” the officer said, “They also mentioned something about the big knife that Tafar carries, you’d better be careful.”
Henry laughed and said “If you see him before I do, tell him that I carry a big gun.”
One of Henry’s agents walked up to him and said, “The helicopter is packed up, they’re waiting for us at the airport.”
“There’s been a change in plan,” Henry said, “I’ve got a hot lead that I have to follow, you go ahead with the others and stay with the cesium, call me the minute you dump it in the safe zone. I may need you to come right back down here as soon as you’re finished.”
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