âNo one is going to find out.â
1601: (Long silence) âI know someone who will.â
Me: âWho?â
Then he gave me the name. I am going to contact him as soon as possible, but I darenât call or email him. I doubt he would even answer if he knew it was me.
Two days later, he writes another entry. It might be about the same thing, and the same person, but Heberâs notes are vague:
9/12
Spoke to him, tried to persuade him to agree to an interview so that we can talk. He refused. I donât know what to do.
10/12
1599 tells me one thing, 1601 another. I donât know which one is right. Maybe they both are? Thereâs no time for further investigations, and I donât know whether I should go to the police anyway. If I do Iâll be breaking my word to 1599. I canât. I still havenât got hold of H.
11/12
I managed to get hold of H in the end, at Cairo. I just went and sat myself in a corner with a coffee and waited, hoping that he might turn up. I was in two minds, unsure what I was about to say and how much I was going to tell him. This is too big to carry alone, the consequences are too serious. I donât which of the scenarios is the right one, and I donât know how much anyone else knows.
After about an hour he showed up and I took him to one side and asked if he knew about it. On the subject of â I didnât tell him who was going to do it (I didnât dare to, out of ethical considerations), just what the target was. I wanted to see his reaction.
I could tell that heâd heard about what 1599 told me, but the fact that I knew caught him off guard. That was obvious. He refused to say any more. I asked if he could check the facts, and get back to me. I was worried, and ashamed for having broken 1601âs confidentiality. I had promised not to tell anyone.
H didnât answer my question. He left Cairo.
12/12
Will meet 1599, to talk. Might tell them what Iâve heard. I donât know. Weâre meeting at our usual spot at 2230. Iâm nervous and unsettled, hesitant. Havenât got much done today.
I find the list of interviewees and look up 1601. The other column contains abbreviations about the organisations the subjects belong to, yet 1601 has no code. Heâs not the only one. I stare at the list, trying to decipher it, to work out whether it is significant. It might be. Who or what is hidden by âââ ? And who is H? A regular at Café Cairo, but not one of his interviewees. In that case, he would have had a number. Could H be an initial?
Thereâs a knock at the door, two sharp taps. Birck. He opens the door and strides in without waiting for a response, and I grab a ring-binder from the shelf behind me, place it on top of the notes, and pretend to be looking for something.
âBusy?â says Birck.
âOn my way out, actually.â
âWhich is why youâre checking â¦â Birck cocks his head to read the folderâs spine. â Recovering Evidence from Micro Computers. Renewed and revised.1980 .â
âI was feeling nostalgic.â
âWere you even born then?â
Birck pulls out a chair and sits down, his broad shoulders slumped underneath his dark jacket.
âOlausson,â he says eventually, gazing at something invisible somewhere above my desk. âWe need to talk about him.â
âOkay.â
âAfter the meeting, I went for a dump and the walls are pretty thin, for better or worse â mostly worse, I suppose. Anyway, I heard someone in the next cubicle, someone who was on the phone but left the taps running at the same time.â
âOkay.â
âI couldnât hear that much of what was being said, but I think I managed to pick up the end: âI just came from a meeting with them, one of them shouldnât be a problem, Bark, or whatever his name is. Itâs the other one Iâm not sure about. But I think heâs got an