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much, and his woman. She had to admit that the woman was very pretty but at the same time she looked like she might have been carved from stone. A hard woman was that one, for sure. Sanderson reengaged the gears and drove on. The Russian woman’s face stuck in her mind. What was it about the woman that reminded her of something or someone else? She couldn’t think what. It would come to her later. At this moment she contemplated the ways she might help her friend Modise bring this woman and her man down. He should use her and her cadre of game rangers to end this business. Bodies in the park was a very bad thing for the animals.
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    Leo and Yuri allowed Modise to take over the desk in the corner to make his calls. This new plan needed the okay from the boss. Also, he needed to catch up with Sanderson. He tried her number first and spoke to Charles Tlalelo who told him she was out. Should she call back? Modise said he’d try later. His boss put him on hold for five minutes and then they spoke. It would take another twenty minutes and an occasional side conversation with Leo Painter before he received the go-ahead he needed. The operation was on. What to call it?
    Greshenko stared at Leo for a minute. He shook his head. “You had this all worked out weeks ago, didn’t you?”
    â€œI confess, I had a thought.”
    â€œBut you didn’t share.”
    â€œNo.”
    â€œWhy is that?”
    â€œWhy? Okay here’s the thing. If I work this out in the open, it wouldn’t stay a secret past lunch. This place is porous to information. I don’t know if it is jungle drums or what, but secrets are as rare as hen’s teeth out here. Lenka has to believe the guys who will arrive soon enough are, in fact, a rival Bratva from the States and are here to shove him out of the Chobe. Besides, there was always the chance the Government would change its mind and leave you alone. It was a long chance, I admit, but worth taking. At any rate, I was willing to wait on both counts.”
    â€œDo you think Modise’s boss will buy it?”
    â€œHe’d better. Anything else is going to fail before it starts and either way be a bloody mess.”
    â€œAnd it will be my blood that is making the mess.”
    â€œPossibly. On the other hand, it is equally possible you will disappear from the face of the earth. The bad news would be at the hands of the Bratva or the Botswana government. The good news, with the offices of some people I know, and the right amount of cash, that might also happen. You disappear, I mean, not die.”
    â€œWhy don’t we just do that bit right now and forget Lenka and the Batswana.”
    â€œWe could, but then I would be dead and the Russians would own my hotel and I am not willing to allow that to happen. I am settled here. I like this place and I won’t admit it to him, but I kind of like Modise.”
    Modise, as if he heard the last comment, shouted across the room, “We are calling it ‘Moscow Nights.’ What do you think?”
    â€œI think it sounds like someone reads too many cheap thrillers. Also, I think that clown is from St. Petersburg, not Moscow. By the way, Inspector Modise, when you leave, look angry, like your interview with Yuri went badly. They will know by now that you were here and will want to hear what happened. They should think Yuri stiffed you. Yuri, you can expect to be contacted by that freaking sewer rat any time now. Okay, we’re in business.”

Chapter Twelve
    Since her son Michael had rallied from what Sanderson believed to have been certain death, she made it a point to keep in touch with him every day. It had been easy enough when he had lived at home but, since his AIDs symptoms had disappeared and his health had returned to near normal, he had returned to his small apartment over the garage where he worked. Sanderson accepted the move but, did not like it. Recovering HIV patients relapsed,