4:30 pm I arrived at the café, the same time I’ve been going for the past few days. This was when I met him last. And today I found him. The Jackal.
He was seated at the same table as last week. I sat down across from him and he just stared. Not a word. So I said, “I know who you are”.
He replied, “I know who you are, Reuben”. He’d read my news story about his weapons trade with both factions. He didn’t seem bothered by the publicity. No doubt the APR and UFLL were having violent fits at their offices, but the Jackal – he couldn’t care less what I wrote about his operations, and he denied nothing.
He had yet to admit he was the Jackal, but it was clear to both of us that I knew. I didn’t want to waste time and risk another blown opportunity. I pressed him for an interview. I’d been carrying my cassette recorder each day in the hopes that we met. Honestly, I expected him to refuse an audio recording.
Instead he nodded and said, “Come here tomorrow. Same time.” And with that he left.