“There you are.” Ferguson was remarkably cheerful. “Let’s get started. It could be a long night, thanks to Ali Selim. The Prime Minister is furious, thinks the whole business makes us look very bad in Washington, so Ali Selim must be dealt with once and for all.” “Which is where hot pursuit comes in,” Sara said. “But what does that mean, sir?” “Exactly what I was going to ask,” Dillon said. “Do we try and capture the man or just put a bullet between his eyes?” “That would obviously depend on the situation,” Ferguson told him. “But the bullet would make more sense,” Holley said. “In any case, do we know if he’s actually reached Peshawar?” “Not to our knowledge,” Roper said. “His plane had a flight plan to Bahrain. Since then it’s dropped out of view. It’s an Arab plane owned by a wealthy sheikh, flying in Gulf airspace.” He shrugged. “It might as well be invisible. On the other hand, if it has landed at Peshawar, it hasn’t done anything wrong.
