Homegrown Hero - Khurrum Rahman Jay Qasim

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       19. Imy

       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…

       Extract from East of Hounslow

       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.

       TWO DAYS EARLIER

      Fatwa: A pronouncement of death by a higher authority.

       Imran Siddiqui (Imy)

      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

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