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When the American called me up and said he wanted to talk, I never imagined he would tell me what he did: that someone of global renown, within days from now, would be assassinated. Why tell me? A low-key conspiracy journalist? I didnt know. And quite frankly, I didnt believe him, eitheruntil the assassination happened

SYNOPSIS: Britain in the nineties was obsessed with the X-Files. The high street was awash with X-Files type magazines, and as senior editor of the biggest selling one on the market, I was accustomed to receiving phone calls from anonymous sources promising inside information. So when the American called me up and said he wanted to talk, I took it in my stride. Why wouldnt I? He was a former Special Forces Green Beret, he said. A CIA runner. He also said that the information he had was best not divulged over the telephone. So we arranged to meet. Nothing unusual in that.

What was unusual, though, was what the American told me, not at our first meeting, but at a subsequent one some months later. On this occasion he said he'd been made aware of an imminent prime-target assassination, that one of the most prominent figures on the world stage was about to be taken out, within days from now, though he claimed he was unable to reveal who the target was.

Watch the news networks. Youll know who it is soon enough. He added: The media will tell you it was an accident. Youll know it wasnt.

I came away not knowing if Id been fed a line or let in on the worlds most terrible secret. And I had no way of finding out, either, other than to wait, and watch the news.

I didnt have to wait long. Because a week later the accident the American had alluded to was all over the news: the assassination hed forewarned me about had happened.

Of course, at this stage I had no idea I was being set up. Only that Id been told something I wished Id never been told. And that, because I had, I now faced the most terrifying challenge of my lifeto get to the truth before the intelligence agencies got to me...