The Carolina Coup: Another Rwandan Genocide? (The Jeannine Ryan Series Book 4) by James E. Mosimann Page B

her ears.
    “Is this the man?”
    She opened her eyes and nodded affirmatively.
    “Look again, this is important.”
    She could never forget that face.  She nodded again.
    “So you are sure?  This is that dog, Dr. Smets?”
    Angelique finally found her voice, albeit only a whisper.
    “ Yego .  Yes.”
    Paul Mutabazi folded the photograph and replaced it in his wallet.
    “ Murakoze, Angelique .  Thank you, Angelique.  That’s all for now.”
    He turned to leave the still sobbing woman.
    “By the way, Smets is alive.  He’s still a doctor, and he is nearby, here in North Carolina.”
    Eyes vacant and moist, she stayed silent.  He continued.
    “That’s all, Angelique.  I had to be sure.  I know you have to get back to Florence for your class.  Thanks for coming.”
    Eyes moist she stepped to the door.  His voice was a whisper.
    “ Murabeho, Angelique .  Goodbye, Angelique.”
    She left.
    Paul waited a moment until he heard her car start.  Then he too left.
***
    After sending Henri after Byrd, Denise Guerry called an office in Arrondissement 2, Paris.  Her cousin answered.
    “Jacques, Denise here.  Your father wants me to eliminate Byrd.”
    “Can you do this without involving Gutera?”
    “Yes, Henri will take care of Byrd.”
    “Henri Duval?  He’s no killer.”
    “He’ll do what I ask.”
    “Why?  Did you tell  him you would sleep with him?”
    She fell silent
    Jacques had been attracted to Denise all his “grown” life, cousin or not.
    “Denise, save yourself for me.  Forget Duval and Byrd too!”
    “Jacques, stop it!  You’re my cousin.  That’s incest.  Your father wants Byrd dead.”
    “But you can’t handle Duval.  He’s not a loser like the other saps you attract.  He is a real man.  I don’t want you hurt.”
    “But Byrd is tough.  Who else could get rid of him.”
    “Let me speak to my father.  There has to be another way.  Besides the Americans know that Henri is with GES.  They will go after you if Henri kills Byrd.”
    “Byrd’s group has deep cover inside the NSA.  The Americans have full deniability.  They fixed his credentials so that they can be proved forgeries from overseas.  Even Byrd does not realize that.”
    “And Henri?”
    “He doesn’t know it, but we have papers proving that Guerry Security fired him two months ago.  He’ll look like a bitter security guard who was fired.  The trail will stop here in Virginia.  There will be no connection to Paris.”
    “All right Denise, use Duval if you must.  I won’t talk to my father yet, but do not sleep with Henri.  Save your love for me!  You love me, you know.  Remember I let you beat me on the mountain.”
    Denise snorted.  Let me! She always had bested Jacques on skis during their vacations at Val Thorens in the French Alps.  Still, she did love him in a way.
    “Jacques, you’re an idiot, but thanks for worrying.”
    “And watch out.  My father is dangerous when he doesn’t get his way.  He doesn’t have feelings like we do.”
    Denise sighed.  Neither of them had experienced love from her uncle Roland, his father.
    She hung up.
    Her thoughts turned to Henri Duval.  He was a challenge.
    But!
***
    Henri Duval, was on Route 17, returning from Jacksonville, when his personal phone sounded.  (Not the secure instrument he used to report to Guerry Security.)
    At the sight of the caller’s number, he immediately regretted his imagined tryst with Denise.  He spoke softly.
    “Angelique?”
    “Henri, where are you? I waited at the restaurant but you didn’t come.  I called your cell and it was off.  It went straight to message.  Where were you?”
    “I emailed you two days ago that I couldn’t make our date.  I’m sorry, I’m working an assignment.  I guess you didn’t get the email.  You know I wanted to be in Florence with you.”
    She was agitated.
    “But you should have called me.  Something has really upset me.  I need to talk to you in person.”
    “I’m