Chapter 41
PAUL Fournier was reclining on his office couch with a cold compress on his forehead, his top shirt button undone, his tie loosened, and his shoes and jacket off. He rarely had headaches, but this morning was an exception, so he'd just taken three Extra Strength Tylenol and told his number two, Pierre Mermet, that he was not to be disturbed. Fournier had worked through the night trying to manage the damage that had been done. One dead agent and another in critical condition was not good. His bosses were going to be extremely upset. If a DGSE agent was killed abroad, no one batted an eye. If one was gunned down on a Sunday night in Paris, however, it was a big embarrassment for a lot of people.
The press was going to be asking a lot of questions, and Fournier did not like talking to reporters, at least en masse. They were too unruly, too hard to manipulate when they were in a feeding frenzy. One on one was his preferred method. He found them incredibly easy to manipulate. So many of them were insecure and in constant need of validation. He'd slept with more than a few of the female reporters in Paris and had stayed on good terms with them.
Fournier played out every conceivable development. The key would be to keep the police confused, and his play with the minister of defense would go a long way in slowing the police down. Having Neville removed from the case would send a message to all of the other investigators that they needed to be careful where they stepped. The case would take on the aura of a place where careers went to die. He was amazed at Neville and her na?ve ways. He had hoped she would be smarter, but in the end she had asked for it.
At least in that regard, Fournier was pleased with himself. The bigger issue would be the CIA. He had surveillance photos of Hurley and his goons entering the country and driving to the very street where the shootings had taken place. Fournier's orders to have his men follow them were completely within the charter of the Directorate. They were not monitoring French citizens, they were keeping an eye on foreign intelligence assets who had entered the country a little more than twelve hours after the massacre at the hotel.
The delicate part for Fournier would be withholding that information, so he could use it as leverage with the CIA. Turning the photo of the dead American agent over to the police would be a waste. If he could keep it private he could force the CIA to make some concessions and a fairly sizable cash transfer as well. They would be left with no choice, once presented with the photos of Hurley and his men. The conclusion was obvious. The DGSE men were not shot by some local criminals. They were too good for that. It was Hurley's trained assassins who had been involved in the shootout. Fournier had other questions as well. Why were Hurley's men on that particular street? Who were they looking for? Was it possible that it was the American assassin? Fournier had been working very hard for the past year to learn the man's real identity. The closest he had come was a list of targets. His source either didn't know the assassin's identity or was playing him for better terms. His two men being shot would change all of that.
Fournier and his source shared the same pragmatic opinion: that it was not good for either America or France to have a killer poking the volatile nests of terrorists who ringed the Mediterranean. Fournier had deftly managed the moods and fanatical beliefs of the various groups, with one goal in mind - to keep the carnage out of France. His superiors, all the way up to the president, had given either silent approval or verbal commitments to the plan. As to the tidy sum he had collected along the way, no one in government would begrudge him for that. Even some in the press would understand, but none of them would ever find out. Fournier was convinced he'd covered his tracks. There was no way anyone would be able to find his money.
Fournier was thinking of his next move when his assistant burst through the door without knocking.
"You're going to want to see this." Mermet went straight for the TV and a few seconds later the TV showed a room full of reporters asking questions.
Fournier removed the cold compress from his head and turned his attention to the TV. The screen was filled with the charming face of Francine Neville. Questions were being shouted in the background and Neville was nodding.
"Yes, that is correct," she said. "I have been removed from the case that I was assigned to barely forty-eight hours ago."
"You're talking about the murders at the Hotel Balzac."
"That's correct. Shortly after my investigators arrived at the crime scene, several DGSE employees showed up. One of them was Paul Fournier, who runs the Special Action Division for the Directorate. You're going to want to make sure you write that name down . . . Paul Fournier. I thought it was strange that he was there, but he told me that the death of the Libyan oil minister was very much the business of the Directorate. He and several of his men had access to the crime scene for a little over an hour. The next day we discovered that certain key pieces of evidence were missing from the crime scene. We had reason to believe that it was one of Fournier's men who took the evidence. I informed Mr. Fournier that I wanted to talk to this man, as well as several other people associated with the case." She paused. "Thus far Mr. Fournier has proven to be very uncooperative.
"Yesterday I informed my boss, Prefect Mutz, that I needed to meet with him this morning to discuss the fact that the Directorate was interfering with a police investigation. When I arrived in his office a short while ago, Director General of Police Jacques Gisquet and Minister of the Interior Pierre Blot were in attendance. I took this as a positive sign that they were taking my accusations seriously. I soon found out that they were there for an entirely different reason. Minister of the Interior Blot had received a call last night from the minister of defense, who said he was in possession of a very detailed file that claimed I have been stalking and sexually harassing Paul Fournier for several years." She paused again and looked around the room, giving the reporters a chance to catch up. "Full disclosure . . . Mr. Fournier and I dated briefly four years ago and we parted amicably. In the years since then I have married and have two beautiful children. I have not seen nor have I spoken to Mr. Fournier during this time. Somehow, though, this file contains statements from three women who claim I was threatened by their relationship with Fournier and that I stalked them.
"When I asked to see this file, I was told by Minister Blot that he had not seen the file, but he and the minister of defense had decided it would be best for the short term if I was removed from the case. In all my years with the police I have never been removed from a case. I have not received so much as a tiny mark against me. I am routinely ranked among the top commandants by my peers and I am often given very high-profile cases. I demanded to see the file and was told that was not going to happen. That the best thing for my career would be to simply step aside and let someone else handle the investigation. I was not given a choice in the matter, so I am stepping aside, but I am not going to do so quietly. I'm going to file an official complaint, and I want to see this fabricated file that Mr. Fournier used to con the minister of defense. And I'm also asking all of you to look into the Directorate's involvement in this case. Their charter is to operate outside France, not to manipulate and interfere with police investigations here in Paris."
A reporter shouted, "Can you confirm that two Directorate agents were involved in a gunfight in Montparnasse last night?"
Neville paused for an instant and then said, "Yes, I can. One of the agents was killed, and the other one I'm told is in critical but stable condition at a local hospital."
The room erupted with questions coming from dozens of reporters. After about ten seconds Neville held up her hands and quieted the group. "I suggest you track down Mr. Fournier and ask him your questions. He is probably sitting in his office at the Directorate's headquarters at 141 Boulevard Mortier plotting his next deception."
Fournier was now up sitting on the edge of the couch. His eyes were locked on the TV as Neville stepped from behind the podium and left the room. He could hear his phone ringing from across the office but he made no effort to see who was calling. His mind was racing to find a way to limit the damage done by the stupid bitch. If she'd only just taken her banishment with grace he could have spared her the public embarrassment he'd now have to put her through. He quickly decided he could weather this minor storm. It would come down to he said she said, and he could provide fake evidence from now until the end of time. Neville had made a drastic miscalculation.
A woman with a flustered expression poked her head in the outer door and said, "Sir, the minister of defense is on line one and the director is on line two. They both want to speak with you immediately. They seem very upset."
Fournier looked at Mermet, who merely shrugged. Fournier turned to his secretary and said, "I'll speak to the minister first. Tell the director I'll call him back as soon as I can." Fournier rose from the couch and felt his headache begin stabbing at his temples. He picked up the handset on his desk, punched line one, and started to lie.
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