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âOh, thank you. That was quick. But I wonât need it for a couple of days Iâm afraid. Iâll send someone to pick it up if you want?â
âNo, no, that wonât be necessary, Iâll bring it down the next time I come to the hotel.â
âThatâll be fine, thanks. But thatâs not what Iâm calling about. I had a meeting with Rheza McLean last nightâŠâ
âYou did?â
âDo you know her?â
âWell, yes, I know of her. Sheâs Monsieur Savoiâs right hand, as far as I know. So whatâs happening? Did she tell you where he is?â
âNo, she didnât. She asked me for a job.â
âWhat? Doesnât that beat all! The nerve of the woman, I canât believe it.â
âOh believe it, and to top it off sheâs phone me this morning to go with her to meet some friend of hers. Do you think I should go along?â
âNot without me you donât! Iâll be there in twenty minutes.â She, too, hung up in Talyaâs ear.
At ten oâclock, after Talya dropped the Kankoon documentation that Chantal had brought with her, in her room, the two women were sitting on one of the sofas in a corner of the lobby.
âBy the way,â Chantal said, âI talked to Jean-Claude about the landowners.â
âOh yes, and what does he think? Are we going to have them knocking down our doors?â Talya was curious to hear Jean-Claudeâs thoughts on the subject. He must have had some inkling about the deal Savoi had possibly made with them, since he knew there had been twelve permits under application.
âHe said that they wouldnât travel to Bamako unless they were told something was amiss with Savoi. He also said that if you retained a lawyer he would give me a list of the proprietors so that he could get in contact with them and see what kind of settlement could be reached.â
âYes, thatâs a good idea, and I think that it would also help if someone went to visit these people and see what kind of reimbursement they would expect.â
âWhat do you mean? Wouldnât they want to see their money back?â
âNot necessarily. I would bet some of them would go for payment in kind rather than cash. These people are often in need of medical attention or some form of support, more than they are of cash.â
âYou mean something like offering them a trip to the hospital for a check-up or drilling a new water-well closer to their house?â Chantal readjusted the red belt that accented the blue skirt and striped shirt she wore that morning. Always looking fresh and wholesome.
âYes, thatâs exactly what I mean. When I travelled with my father, although that was a long time ago, the people we met, often needed glasses to read; they wanted to read the Koran and couldnât. They would have given their right hand to be able to read. Some others needed malaria pills or even some seeds to plant the next crop....â
âWell, in a way, thatâs a relief, but who do you suggest we send on this little errand? I donât think a lawyer, not the ones Iâve met anyway, would go traipsing across the Sahel in order to settle a claim, do you?â
Talya had to smile at Chantalâs suggestion. No, I couldnât see any lawyer doing that.
âI donât know, Chantal. Since Jean-Claude is out of action for a while, James will have to address that problem.â
âThat reminds me, did you get in touch with him?â
âNo, not yet. He was out of the office when I tried. Iâll send him a report later today anyway.â
âOh, I wish Jean-Claude hadnât been so stupid with that old trunk.â Chantal lowered her eyes ruefully. âYou know, I just asked him to drag it down the stairsâŠâ and she went on to explain (in detail) how Jean-Claude got hurt.
Talya listened politely but her thoughts turned once again to their problem, to Rheza McLean. In fact, she was to become a serious problem.
A few minutes later, when the double doors opened and Rheza came in, the effect was startling. Her apparel was a far cry from the business suit Talya was expecting. She wore a long dress tightly moulding her shapely body. The black and white pattern of the silk fabric enhanced her figure even more so. She had a black organza scarf loosely wrapped around her head and shoulders. Talya couldnât get over the transformation. The gown was slit at the sides, which discreetly showed her long legs at each step she took while the black high-heel shoes clicked on the tile floor rhythmically. Her make-up was flawlessâa bit of blush, some mascara and a touch of lipstick to define her exquisite facial features. She looked like a woman on a call from an escort agency.
Where is the âladyâ I met last night in the lounge?
âIâm sorry to have kept you waiting, ladies, but the traffic in town was horrible,â Madame McLean said with outward aloofness, a cloud of flowery perfume enveloping the two women as she came closer.
Still staring at her, Chantal and Talya finally stood up and blurted out some welcoming comments, to which Talya added, âRheza, before we leave, may I ask you where weâre going? And whoâs this friend of yours weâre going to see?â
âI rather not talk about it right here,â Rheza said, abruptly turning on her heels and crossing the lobby. âLetâs go to the car and Iâll explain.â
They were already reaching the doors and walking out before Talya could stop her. Rheza had the knack of taking over a situation. She made Talya feel awkward.
This woman is going to draw rings around you and before you know it, sheâll have you on a leash doing tricks.
Rheza walked ahead of them to the parking lot, pointing out her car.
A Mercedes? Of all the nerve! So thatâs where Carmineâs money has goneâinto a Mercedes no less!
Talya was astonished and speechless. Chantal stopped beside her agape. She too had no words to express her amazement. Talya caught up with Rheza and when she had recovered her faculty of speech, but none of her composure, she barked at her, âDid you buy this car here?â
âNo,â Rheza replied with a derisive smile. âThis is my uncleâs car.â
âYou mean Monsieur Savoi?â
âYes.â
Talya could not believe her ears.
Chantal was staring at this gorgeous vehicle. It looked as if it came straight out of the show roomâlustrous nacre, chromed trimmings with black leather interior.
âHow is it that you drive his car and you canât tell me where he is?â Talya was furious.
Rheza turned around to face her. Her voice was cold, almost menacing. âI donât know where my uncle is. I told you that yesterday. Heâs left his car behind, and Iâm using it, if thatâs alright with you?â
âOf course, itâs alright with me. It has to be, hasnât it?â
Talya couldnât very well force her to hand over the keys right there and then, now could she? She went on barking instead, âWill you at least have the courtesy to tell me where weâre going?â
âIâm not intending to kidnap you, if thatâs what youâre afraid of. We do not use such means of persuasion in this country.â
Somehow, Talya doubted the truthfulness of that statement. She saw Chantal frown. Obviously, she was also in doubt as to the veracity of that assertion.
Seizing Rhezaâs wrist before she had time to turn away from her, Talya glared at Rheza, and with all of the restraint she could muster, she uttered, âYouâre a remarkable woman. You seemed to be very much in control of your every move, but as a rule, I donât like to be kept in the dark about anything. Is that clear?â
âPerfectly,â Rheza replied, her features set in resentment.
Talya released her wrist and stood there, fuming. Rheza still wouldnât tell her where they were going. Instead, she opened the car door, and once she settled behind the wheel, she slammed it shut.
Thank goodness, my fingers werenât in the way.
Coming out of her stunned gazing, Chantal walked around to the other side of the car, and they both climbed into the back seat. All the while Chantal hadnât said anything, but her face showed plenty. Talya had noticed this about her before; she was the observer. She would tell her later how she feltâwhen they were alone.
As they closed the car doors, Chantal turned to Talya and said, âIf Madame McLean is finally ready to tell us who weâre going to see, maybe I know the person.â
Talya saw Rhezaâs clenched jaw in the rear-view mirror. The woman looked back at her and hesitated. Then, she turned around to face them. âI donât want to start working with you on the wrong footing. Youâve got to understand something, Madame Kartz, my uncle unfortunately has done wrong by more people than you realize. Iâve discovered this last night when I rang one of his associates in New York. The same as you want an explanation for the disappearance of your money; others in town have lost their assets at the hands of my uncle, and they may want to talk to me before Iâve had a chance to clear this up with him. This is one of the reasons Iâm taking you to see Monsieur Fade. He may be able to help us.
âMadame Gauthier, you must know him?â Rheza turned her back to Talya and Chantal once again, and put the key in the ignition.
Talya looked at her companion expectantly; Chantalâs eyes sparkled with amusement.
âOh! Iâve heard of him, yes,â Chantal replied, still smiling. âHeâs the Director of the Ministry for Sports and Entertainment. Jean-Claude tells me heâs also a Counsellor to the Prime Minister. Apparently, he seems to know more about soccer than he does about politics.â
âWhat is this?â Talya felt ripples of anger climb up her spine again. She grabbed the back of the seat in front of her, and pulling herself inches from Rhezaâs ear, she sneered, âPlease tell me weâre not going to see a soccer fan to resolve our problem?â
Rheza didnât reply. She switched on the ignition and reversed the car out of the parking stall. Talya knew she wasnât going to get a straight answer for the time being. She fell back in her seat and looked out at the traffic, the city bustle, without seeing anything. Her mind was abuzz with frustration. Chantal extended her hand and tapped on her arm in a manner as to soothe a petulant child.
A quarter of an hour later, they were at the gate of the âPrimatureâ (the Prime Ministerâs Department). Rheza had a chat with the guard, and they proceeded into the courtyard at the centre of an assemblage of low buildings; a whitewashed one-storey affair that looked more like servantsâ quarters than offices. They parked the car in front of one of the houses and got out to be instantly assaulted by searing heat. Monsieur Fadeâs name was in evidence on a nameplate stuck on the door.
Rheza knocked. They waited.
Every second seemed like minutes. Chantal was protecting her head from the sun with
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