Homegrown Hero. Khurrum Rahman
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20. Jay
21. Imy
22. Jay
23. Imy
24. Jay
25. Imy
PART 2
26. Jay
27. Imy
28. Jay
29. Imy
30. Jay
31. South London
32. Imy
33. Jay
34. Kingston, Southwest London
35. Jay
36. Imy
37. Jay
38. Imy
39. Jay
40. Maimana‚ Afghanistan
41. Jay
42. Imy
43. Jay
44. Hounslow Police Station
45. Imy
46. Jay
47. Imy
48. Jay
49. Imy
50. Jay
51. Heston, West London
52. Jay
53. Imy
54. Jay
55. Lampton Park, Hounslow
56. Jay
57. Imy
58. Jay
59. Imy
60. Afghanistan-Pakistan Border
PART 3
61. Heston, West London
62. Jay
63. Port Gwadar, Pakistan
64. Hounslow Police Station
65. Jay
66. Hounslow Police Station
67. Jay
68. Imy
69. Hounslow Police Station
70. Imy
71. Jay
72. Imy
73. Derelict Building Site, South London
74. Jay
75. Derelict Building Site, South London
76. Jay
77. Derelict Building Site, South London
78. Derelict Building Site, South London
79. Jay
80. Derelict Building Site, South London
81. Derelict Building Site, South London
82. Jay
83. Derelict Building Site, South London
84. Jay
85. Imy
86. Jay
87. Hounslow, West London
88. Jay
89. Imy
90. Jay
91. Imy
92. Jay
93. Abu Dhabi
94. Jay
95. Eight months later…
Acknowledgments
About the Publisher
Parking my Beemer in my driveway‚ I killed the engine and took a deep breath. Leaning back‚ I sank into the driver’s seat and closed my eyes‚ enjoying the cool evening breeze coming in through the car window.
In the distance‚ I heard the low growl of a diesel engine. At first barely perceptible‚ the sound moved closer‚ louder‚ the vehicle picking up speed then humming idly as it came to a standstill close by.
A car door opened‚ and closed.
I opened my eyes and turned.
He was standing beside me‚ smiling down through my open car window. Like seeing a ghost.
‘Hello‚ old chum‚’ he said‚ ‘I haven’t seen you in ages.’
I barely had time to catch a glint of something before his arm snaked through my window and‚ in perfect silence‚ sliced my throat from ear to ear.
Fatwa: A pronouncement of death by a higher authority.
I’d never before come across a person like Jack. I had him tightly strapped in the backseat as I drove him to the location. He knew just as well as I did‚ maybe better‚ that I only had a small window to extract the information out of him. Because once we’d reached our destination he’d be protected to the hilt and there wasn’t a damn thing I could do about it. He just needed to hold