The Muslim Brotherhood were the key. But there were only two things I knew for certain about them. One was that Imam Sharafat was a leader in it and the other was that they had once held a meeting in a building next to the Al-Taqiy mosque. I headed back towards the only building I knew had a connection.

The gate where the van had entered no longer had a guard, but it was securely locked. I looked left and right, quickly I climbed the gate and was inside. The entry sloped down to a lower level loading dock. I drew my pistol and cautiously entered.

An empty blue Mercedes sedan was parked to one side. Putting my hand on the hood I could still feel the warmth of the engine. Someone had only recently arrived. I considered how to enter the building. The stairs leading from the yard to the dock were the most obvious way, but as such they may be alarmed or booby trapped. I chose the truck door. I raised the roll up door a foot and rolled underneath.

The noise as the overhead door moved echoed against the concrete.