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yet, do we? The proximity alone is enough, is it not, to raise questions?”
“You’re right. I will find out all that I can. So will you visit this Roussillon? Is it far?”
“Nothing in Provence is really that far.”
“Then you will go?”
“Perhaps I will.”
“Just don’t become a victim of some accident yourself.”
“Please do not concern yourself about me. My father was careless and weak. His son is not.”
CHAPTER
13
“ Y OU TALKED to her, didn’t you?” asked Frank.
Shaw looked up from the papers he was studying. “Who?”
“Don’t play stupid. Katie!”
“How’d you know?”
“Because your head has been in your ass the last few days. If I’d known you’d be like this I never would’ve given you the
damn number. So how did she sound?”
“Fine.”
“What’d you two talk about?”
“What the hell is it to you?”
“Nothing. Whatever. Excuse me for giving a shit. Okay, back to Evan Waller.”
“I don’t like the plan. It has too many holes.”
Surprisingly, Frank nodded. “I agree with you. What do you suggest?”
“Simplifying it. Events on the ground tend to complicate things anyway. Start simple, then if things get hairy they’re still
manageable. You start out complicated and things go to hell, it’s not good because there are too many pieces that can go wrong.”
“We know where he lives in Montreal, but taking him there has never gotten authorization from higher up. Too public, too much
collateral damage potential, and the guy never keeps to a schedule there. He moves like a ghost, always varying his route
and routine.”
Shaw said, “Then we have to find one moment in time in Provence where he does keep to a schedule and the collateral damage
is minimal.”
The two men looked at the floor plan of the villa where the human trafficker would be staying. On the wall was a plasma screen
containing more data, including all roads in and out of the target area.
Frank clicked a button on a control pad on the table in front of him and a set of pictures came up on the large screen. “He
always travels with these guys, all major kick-ass types. And that’s the ones we know about. There may be more as backup.”
“He’ll advance-team the site, lock it down, and then sit on it,” added Shaw as he studied the bodyguards, each one looking
tougher, meaner, and more capable than the last. “How reliable is the intel on his travel itinerary?”
“Very. We got it off phone chatter, email, and company credit card transactions.”
Shaw looked up. “Americans? They’ve got the best hard and software for that.”
“Let’s put it this way: I owe the heads of NSA and CIA a really nice meal.”
Frank pulled out some docs and read over them. “His flight plan was filed. He’s flying from Montreal to Paris in his private
wings. Refuel and then on to the airport at Avignon. Short hop in the bird. He typically travels in a three-vehicle motorcade.
He’s got car rentals reserved in Avignon.”
Shaw pushed a button on the laptop and another picture came up, an exterior shot of the street where Waller’s rental was located.
“There’s a villa next door.”
“Already leased to someone.”
“Who?”
“Did a prelim. Tourist. Looks absolutely clean.”
“Right next door, though?”
“Gordes is a very popular destination and those villas are in high demand. We couldn’t exactly stop them from being leased
without raising a big red flag. But it doesn’t matter. We’re not doing the snatch in Gordes. Too much collateral damage possibility.”
Shaw looked at another computer screen that gave a partial itinerary for Evan Waller. He sat up straighter. “How do you know
he’s going to the caves at Les Baux-de-Provence?”
“He had to get special permission for the tour and we accessed that data.”
“Why? Isn’t it open to the public?”
“Well, our Mr. Waller wanted a very private tour. Closed off to the public. To make that
“You’re right. I will find out all that I can. So will you visit this Roussillon? Is it far?”
“Nothing in Provence is really that far.”
“Then you will go?”
“Perhaps I will.”
“Just don’t become a victim of some accident yourself.”
“Please do not concern yourself about me. My father was careless and weak. His son is not.”
CHAPTER
13
“ Y OU TALKED to her, didn’t you?” asked Frank.
Shaw looked up from the papers he was studying. “Who?”
“Don’t play stupid. Katie!”
“How’d you know?”
“Because your head has been in your ass the last few days. If I’d known you’d be like this I never would’ve given you the
damn number. So how did she sound?”
“Fine.”
“What’d you two talk about?”
“What the hell is it to you?”
“Nothing. Whatever. Excuse me for giving a shit. Okay, back to Evan Waller.”
“I don’t like the plan. It has too many holes.”
Surprisingly, Frank nodded. “I agree with you. What do you suggest?”
“Simplifying it. Events on the ground tend to complicate things anyway. Start simple, then if things get hairy they’re still
manageable. You start out complicated and things go to hell, it’s not good because there are too many pieces that can go wrong.”
“We know where he lives in Montreal, but taking him there has never gotten authorization from higher up. Too public, too much
collateral damage potential, and the guy never keeps to a schedule there. He moves like a ghost, always varying his route
and routine.”
Shaw said, “Then we have to find one moment in time in Provence where he does keep to a schedule and the collateral damage
is minimal.”
The two men looked at the floor plan of the villa where the human trafficker would be staying. On the wall was a plasma screen
containing more data, including all roads in and out of the target area.
Frank clicked a button on a control pad on the table in front of him and a set of pictures came up on the large screen. “He
always travels with these guys, all major kick-ass types. And that’s the ones we know about. There may be more as backup.”
“He’ll advance-team the site, lock it down, and then sit on it,” added Shaw as he studied the bodyguards, each one looking
tougher, meaner, and more capable than the last. “How reliable is the intel on his travel itinerary?”
“Very. We got it off phone chatter, email, and company credit card transactions.”
Shaw looked up. “Americans? They’ve got the best hard and software for that.”
“Let’s put it this way: I owe the heads of NSA and CIA a really nice meal.”
Frank pulled out some docs and read over them. “His flight plan was filed. He’s flying from Montreal to Paris in his private
wings. Refuel and then on to the airport at Avignon. Short hop in the bird. He typically travels in a three-vehicle motorcade.
He’s got car rentals reserved in Avignon.”
Shaw pushed a button on the laptop and another picture came up, an exterior shot of the street where Waller’s rental was located.
“There’s a villa next door.”
“Already leased to someone.”
“Who?”
“Did a prelim. Tourist. Looks absolutely clean.”
“Right next door, though?”
“Gordes is a very popular destination and those villas are in high demand. We couldn’t exactly stop them from being leased
without raising a big red flag. But it doesn’t matter. We’re not doing the snatch in Gordes. Too much collateral damage possibility.”
Shaw looked at another computer screen that gave a partial itinerary for Evan Waller. He sat up straighter. “How do you know
he’s going to the caves at Les Baux-de-Provence?”
“He had to get special permission for the tour and we accessed that data.”
“Why? Isn’t it open to the public?”
“Well, our Mr. Waller wanted a very private tour. Closed off to the public. To make that
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