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  1. Part One
  2. ONE
  3. One day earlier
  4. TWO
  5. THREE
  6. FOUR
  7. FIVE
  8. SIX
  9. SEVEN
  10. EIGHT
  11. NINE
  12. TEN
  13. ELEVEN
  14. TWELVE
  15. THIRTEEN
  16. FOURTEEN
  17. FIFTEEN
  18. SIXTEEN
  19. SEVENTEEN
  20. EIGHTEEN
  21. NINETEEN
  22. TWENTY
  23. TWENTY-ONE
  24. TWENTY-TWO
  25. PART TWO
  26. TWENTY-THREE
  27. TWENTY-FOUR
  28. TWENTY-FIVE
  29. TWENTY-SIX
  30. TWENTY-SEVEN
  31. TWENTY-EIGHT
  32. TWENTY-NINE
  33. THIRTY
  34. THIRTY-ONE
  35. THIRTY-TWO
  36. THIRTY-THREE
  37. THIRTY-FOUR
  38. THIRTY-FIVE
  39. THIRTY-SIX
  40. THIRTY-SEVEN
  41. THIRTY-EIGHT
  42. THIRTY-NINE
  43. FORTY
  44. FORTY-ONE
  45. FORTY-TWO
  46. FORTY-THREE
  47. FORTY-FOUR
  48. FORTY-FIVE
  49. FORTY-SIX
  50. FORTY-SEVEN
  51. FORTY-EIGHT
  52. FORTY-NINE
  53. FIFTY
  54. FIFTY-ONE
  55. FIFTY-TWO
  56. FIFTY-THREE
  57. FIFTY-FOUR
  58. FIFTY-FIVE
  59. FIFTY-SIX
  60. FIFTY-SEVEN
  61. FIFTY-EIGHT
  62. FIFTY-NINE
  63. SIXTY
  64. SIXTY-ONE
  65. SIXTY-TWO
  66. SIXTY-THREE
  67. SIXTY-FOUR
  68. SIXTY-FIVE
  69. SIXTY-SIX
  70. SIXTY-SEVEN
  71. SIXTY-EIGHT
  72. SIXTY-NINE
  73. SEVENTY
  74. SEVENTY-ONE
  75. SEVENTY-TWO
  76. SEVENTY-THREE
  77. SEVENTY-FOUR
  78. SEVENTY-FIVE
  79. SEVENTY-SIX
  80. SEVENTY-SEVEN
  81. SEVENTY-EIGHT
  82. SEVENTY-NINE
  83. EIGHTY
  84. EIGHTY-ONE
  85. EIGHTY-TWO
  86. EIGHTY-THREE
  87. EIGHTY-FOUR
  88. EIGHTY-FIVE
  89. EIGHTY-SIX
  90. EIGHTY-SEVEN
  91. EIGHTY-EIGHT
  92. EIGHTY-NINE
  93. NINETY
  94. NINETY-ONE
  95. NINETY-TWO
  96. NINETY-THREE
  97. NINETY-FOUR
  98. NINETY-FIVE
  99. NINETY-SIX
  100. NINETY-SEVEN
  101. NINETY-EIGHT
  102. NINETY-NINE
  103. GLOSSARY
  104. Acknowledgments
  105. Continue reading
  106. Part One
  107. ONE
  108. TWO
  109. THREE

The assassin had climbed the tree before dawn. He wore a cap that he would pull down low over his face as soon as the mission was completed. The intelligence was that, by arrangement with the organizers of the conference, Sana would use the rear, secret entrance of the pavilion, bypassing all the reporters who fully anticipated his arrival at the front, where everyone else was.

The wait was long, and the assassin’s quadriceps were aching from locking himself firmly into the tree’s anatomy. He had a secure Y-shaped junction of two branches on which to rest the rifle, but when he fired, there must not be a millimeter’s accidental shift in his stance. This was a far less certain target than Evans-Aidoo had been.

The assassin came to attention as the black Escalade Sana often used appeared on the access road to the Africa Pavilion and sped toward the rear entrance. The vehicle’s windows were blacked out with the deepest tint possible. It came to a sharp halt in the no-parking zone in front of the entrance. The assassin readied himself. Sana would spend very little time moving between the SUV and the pavilion. One of his bodyguards hopped out, looked around, and then opened the rear door of the vehicle. For a moment, nothing happened, but then Sana, wearing a black Fedora with a curtain of dark beads hanging from the brim, stepped out and walked toward the building with a bodyguard following him. The assassin was a little surprised there weren’t two. He had Sana’s left temple isolated in the scope’s field.

It was Sana’s decoy who had alighted first from the SUV. The real Sana stayed inside the vehicle with the second of his two bodyguards. The driver kept the engine running.

A couple of seconds later, there was a sharp crack and the decoy collapsed instantly.

“Drive! Go!” the bodyguard shouted, pulling Sana down to the seat to shield him. The driver gunned the Escalade, which took off with a roar, tires squealing. The bodyguard waited until they’d completely cleared the fair site before letting Sana up. “Are you okay, my boss?”

“I’m fine, fine,” Sana said shakily.

He had survived yet another attempt on his life. It wouldn’t be the first time. Nor the last.

SEVENTY-SIX

SEVENTY-SIX

July 6

News of Sana’s escape from death was all over the media within half an hour. The UNESCO Conference was immediately adjourned until the following day. In Sowah’s office, no one was getting any work done. Emma and her colleagues were glued to their phones and the lounge TV. Radio discussions were exploding with theories about who might have been responsible for the assassination attempt. Sana’s decoy had been struck not in the head as had probably been intended, but in the back. Fortunately, he had been wearing a bulletproof vest and would survive just fine.