All Chapters of IF THE TRUTH BE TOLD: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

As the afternoon wore on, I tried to disregard the tick of the clock. But my anxiety continued to develop as I anticipated the likelihood of questioning Dr Jodie Smith, who was coming to see us, on my own without DCI Burton's necessary presence. Thankfully, Sandra arrived with ten minutes to spare, and I hugged her with sheer relief. Her presence made my questioning legal. I could not follow the route I was following without her right beside me. Shaking the professor by the hand, I said, "This is my friend DCI Sandra Burton." Sandra rose and shook Jodie's hand, and I gestured toward the other armchair. She was beautiful, with striking blonde shoulder-length hair and crystal blue eyes. Her waist was thin, her bust ample, and her legs languid and long. "Please, take a seat, Dr. Smith. Thank you for coming to see us today. You have saved us a trip to Manchester." Jodie smiled. "It's the least I could do," she said. "I was surprised to hea

London was an unsafe place at the commencement of the G20 Conference, which brought together the economic brains of the planet's most influential countries, also got acts of objection. Police began expecting violent behaviour long beforehand the occasion, and from all developments, they were resolved not to be proved mistaken. Before the occasion, campaign coordinators aimed to organise a consultation with the Metropolitan Police to talk about procedures and the security of all concerned. But the police had more demanding difficulties, at least until The Guardian started asking awkward questions. A short debate was quickly assembled but created nothing significant. The Met were unconcerned in consulting with the demonstrators. Instead, they had their particular strategies. In order, they said, to safeguard London and avert any likely aggression, they would use a manoeuvre kettling, in which officers, equipped with batons and screens and esc

I spent most of Sunday reading about an email one of the Bombers had swapped with a suspected al Qaeda contact in Islamabad, the capital, on the Potwar Plateau, 9 miles northeast of Rawalpindi, the former interim capital. The sender, identified only as "Z," had written chiefly about girls, weddings, parties, and cars. The messages didn't make any sense, according to MI5, unless they were in code. Journalist Steve Mann explained something about that code in The Telegraph: MI5 assumed that they used young women's names to refer to chemicals and that talk of a wedding ceremony was essentially a testimonial to the terror campaign itself. I was happy to find Mann's piece, but I still look for the email messages themselves. Later that night, I found what I was searching for in another editorial printed by The Telegraph. The first email printed in The Telegraph was sent in early December, from Z in Manchester to Islamabad: Dec 3 11.33 am

"Have you heard of the Finchley Pizza Shop Sting?" I asked "I can't say I have," Sandra admitted. "Of all the tales I will you, this may be the most distressing. So I'll give you a hasty synopsis. The narrative turns around Indika Nuwan Karunaratne, a Sri Lankan refugee who lived in East Finchley and sustained his spouse and six offspring with the pizza shop, Pizza Palace. The pizza enterprise was not performing well, and Karunaratne had started considering ways to expand his money stream when Mahesh Theekshana began to visit. Mahesh drove a showy vehicle, sported extravagant attire, and carried plenty of money. He said he was a prosperous entrepreneur, and he appeared pretty approachable. So, one day Indika Nuwan Karunaratne asked Theekshana for an advance. This was the introduction Theekshana had been waiting for, and he conveyed the discussion to his supervisor, an MI5 agent. But, in truth, Mahesh Theekshana was not a prosperous entrepreneur but a crimina

I made another pot of coffee. Poured us a cup each and then continued. "Ever heard of the term, pinsetter?" "No, I haven't," Sandra replied. "The phrase comes from Ten-pin Bowling. A pinsetter is an apparatus at the far end of the lane, which gathers the pins that have been thumped down and prepares them for the next shot." "Where does this lead to?" "A terror-sting set-up agenda being approved by MI5 and MI6 is so evident it prompts the intelligence service of Ten-pin Bowling. It is called it Bowling For Terrorists and in my opinion, MI5, MI6, and the Metropolitan Police Force are recruiting pinsetters. Proficient agents whose job is to set up the guerrilla pins so that the SIS can knock them down." "I've never heard this nonsense used at New Scotland Yard," Sandra admitted. "Fairly regularly, the pins are allocated attack plans that are