By six o’clock, the four of them were landing at the Wilson Airport, and by quarter past six on a sunny Easter Sunday evening without traffic, an Uber was taking the three terrorists through the 30-minute drive to Eastleigh.
“Fahad, Assad and your friend Sheikh Mahmoud Meji will be joining us for breakfast in the morning,” Bashir told Ahmet as they got out of the car to be assailed by the many smells of Eastleigh – the scent of Somali fragrances mixing with the smell of dust and road-side cooking and that of new clothes.