"...A young woman he knew had come into the bar. She was tall and blonde and she gave him a long, close hug when they greeted each other. She ordered a glass of wine and sat a couple of seats away from us, chatting with a friend. I felt his impatience with our conversation; his body yearned toward her. ..."
Uh huh. Sure. In almost every work of pop fiction these days it is the tall, willowy blonde---never the notorious short, fat brunette of the evening news reports--who is whoring around.
Also it's utterly unbelievable that a rational woman would contact a mohammedan that she had ratted out to the Feds in order to confess ro him. Of course, there's always the possibility this woman is not rational. I know that rationality is frowned upon in certain circles in America these days.
All that being said, I do believe that there are many. many people living in the United States who knew exactly what was going to happen on the eleventh. Some on the street. Some....elsewhere.