Chief Mugabo’s parents spoke French outside of their home but only spoke their native language of Kinyarwanda in their home with their children. They didn’t want the language to be forgotten by their children.

The Chief of Police had learned English early in life and spoke both French and English perfectly.

Todd had almost dozed off as he waited to be connected. It was now 1:30 am in New York but but he had no one waiting for him at home so that mattered little. His wife had left him long ago.

“There are several American tourists heading your way in a week or so from here in New York City for a honeymoon starting in your country. Most of them are simple tourists. However, two of them are more than they seem.

The husband at least, is suspected of being a criminal of epic proportions along with his family in the financial industry back here in the states. His is wife may be innocent but we aren’t sure at the moment.

The crime is a series of stock fraud cases with international implications, reminiscent of the Lehman Brothers debacle. We only have a few days to set things up.”

“This all sounds very interesting. How might my country and I be of service to you and your nation, Mr. Jacobs?”

“Well, we need to put a task force together to watch over their movements as they travel through several of your major cities and while on safari through East Africa. After leaving your country in a week or so they will be off to Kenya and Tanzania.

We are very interested in monitoring any bank transactions, international phone calls they might make as well as seeing who they might have meetings with while in Africa. Our target’s name is Chad Williams and the secondary target is his new wife, Suzan
Williams. They will be on their honeymoon.

We don’t suspect the new wife in this case yet. We think she is in the dark about most of his illegal activities, by the way. We aren’t sure, but she looks like an innocent victim at the moment.

Todd went on to mention the use of American satellite capabilities and that they had been used for several months.

“But of course, human intelligence close at hand, is usually the best.”

“Well Mr. Jacobson, I’m sure we can supply you with most anything you need in that direction. We are a very modern police force here with many men and women at your disposal.”

Chad Williams is not suspected of being dangerous as of yet, but who knows what tight happen if he feels cornered. We would like some of your people to keep an eye on him while he’s in your country.”

“Yes, Mr. Jacobson, even a small warthog can be dangerous when cornered.”

“Exactly.”

The men continued talking for almost an hour about the plan that they were creating and its many intricate moving parts. It was a an interesting conversation. They were soon talking like old friends.

The American with his knowledge of big city crime and the local police chief of a large African city. They had many things in common. Working with habitual offenders and different ethnic minorities and majorities being just two. Soon they had developed a massive yet discreet plan to be put into action.

Many of the people working in the hotels and on the gorilla adventure treks would be replaced by undercover police officers. Other police officers would work the field as the guides helpers as the group went up into the Lowland Gorilla’s habitat each day. There might be some conversation on the way up or down worth hearing.

Other officers would wait nearby and follow the Williams to banks or outside phones by car or on foot, as needed.

When the conversation was over, both men thought that they had an outline for a complete plan.

“I would love for you to come to my country and see how much it has improved since our troubles years ago. We are a growing and modern nation now.”

“I would love to do that if my superiors might have that same view and budget.”

They ended their conversation with Todd Jacobson sending Chief Mugabo the itinerary of the Williams honeymoon, one camp and country at a time over a fax machine.

They were now partners and agreed that they would be glad to meet when and if if Todd Jacobson came down in person. He wasn’t sure that it would be necessary.

It was nearly three in the morning when the conversation was finished and the two men had hung up. Todd was ready for bed. He had an early morning the next day. He thought about sleeping in the office again but decided against it.

As soon as the call ended, Chief Mugabo dialed an American phone number. He knew it by memory. It was the CIA.

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