The Carolina Coup: Another Rwandan Genocide? (The Jeannine Ryan Series Book 4) Read Online Free PDF Page A

‘Attacker.’  Live up to your name.  Be proud you are Hutu like me.  Kill the Tutsi until they are all gone!”
    “Yes Father.”
    Satisfied, Charles Hakizimana motioned the Frenchman to proceed.
    “There is a government encampment ahead.  I will descend there.  Take the boy to this address in Goma.  His uncle, Maximilien Gahuj, is there.  He will take him to Paris.”
    Thirty minutes later they stopped.
    Without a word, Charles Hakizimana stepped out the cab.  He motioned to the four men in the rear.  They descended and disappeared into the dusk.
    The boy never saw his father again.
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    Maximilien jumped up with a start.  Hot cigar ashes had fallen onto his thigh.  He brushed them aside as his father’s words flashed before him.
    Remember that I chose your name carefully.  ‘Gutera’ means ‘Attacker.’  Live up to your name.  Be proud you are Hutu like me.  Kill the Tutsi until they are all gone!
    A worried Jules Habimana hurried to him.
    “Sir, what was that noise?  Are you all right?”
    “Yes.  Do not concern yourself.  I was just thinking of our mission.  Now leave.”
    Jules withdrew.
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    At her home in Bethesda, Maryland, Dr. Jeannine Ryan folded back the covers on her bed and smiled.  Tomorrow, she and Bill Hamm planned to drive to Skyline Drive in Shenandoah National Park.  This would be his first free afternoon in a month.
    They needed time together.
    Jeannine was a specialist in statistical forensics, the detection of fake data.  She headed her own consulting firm, Ryan Associates, whose office was in the basement of her home.  She and Bill Hamm had been professionally and romantically associated for several years.  He worked for the CIA and was assigned to a desk somewhere in Northern Virginia.  Though much closer than his last post in Vienna, Austria, still they had not seen each other as much as she would like.
    And even when together, he had been worried and distant.
    She pulled the covers over her.  Forget it Jeannine.  Stop worrying.  Tomorrow everything will be fine, like before.
    She rolled over and slept.
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Chapter 4
Tuesday, August 21
    Jeannine Ryan sat at her desk in the basement of her home in Bethesda, Maryland.  She held a key in her hand.  Her friend, Bill Hamm, had missed their date last Friday for Skyline Drive.  Instead, this key had arrived in the mail along with puzzling instructions.  She was to hold the key for him for four days.  After that, if he had not picked it up, she was to go to Manassas, Virginia, and retrieve the contents of the postal box whose number was on the key.
    She sighed.  The four days had passed and Bill was missing. He must be in trouble.
    And yesterday, two FBI jerks had visited her office looking for him!  She had received them coldly and told them nothing.  They indicated that Bill was a spy, and acted as if Jeannine, somehow were his accomplice.
    Idiot Feds!
    But their visit had unsettled her.
    Where are you, Bill?  And what is in that Post Office Box?
    It was time to go to Manassas.
    Her partner Aileen Harris was on vacation.  She wrote her a note and clutching the key, left the house.
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    When Jeannine arrived at the post office in Manassas, nothing appeared unusual.
    Inside the building, she took the key from her purse.  Damn it Bill, where are you?  Why are the Feds looking for you?
    She checked the number and leaned down to examine the lower tier of postal boxes.  There it was.  The lock turned easily.  She pulled at the canvas case that was wedged in the box.
    “May I help you Miss?”
    She looked up.  A tall man stood behind her.  She tugged hard and the case came free.
    “No thank you.  I’m fine.”
    Jeannine’s red hair appealed to the man.  He smiled.
    She hesitated.
    Is this guy a Fed?
    But a small boy came running and grabbed the man’s trousers.
    OK, no!  Jeannine get hold of yourself.
    She pushed past the pair.
    Damn it Bill, what is stuffed in this briefcase?
    Outside, she