“You will be indicted for war crimes for what happened today.”
There was a tone to her voice that Gentry picked up on. She seemed to be disappointed in him for what happened but conflicted in her feelings.
“I believe you mentioned that.”
“We will catch you.”
“Right. You’ve been trying to catch Abboud for three years, and you have his goddamned address.”
That sank in a moment. “We are trying. The ICC will get Abboud, sooner or later.”
“Not if the ICC is sending Canadian women into Darfur alone. You people are going to need a lot of help to bring him down.”
He could tell this comment made her curious. “Are you going to help us? Is that your plan?”
Court had said too much, and he knew it. “If I was here for Abboud, do you think I’d be in Darfur? No, I’d be in Khartoum, where Abboud is.” He hoped he’d sold that to her.
She shrugged. “Abboud isn’t my job, anyway,” Ellen said. “I am working on illegal weapons proliferation. Armament imports are the symptom. Abboud is the disease.”
“You think he’s single-handedly responsible for the genocide here?”
She thought it over. “Responsible? Not entirely. But he can stop it. I believe that. He has the power.”
“Somebody should just shoot him in the head; that would stop it.” For the first time today, Court was interested in the conversation. He wanted to see how she’d respond to the comment.
“Your gun is the answer to every question, isn’t it?”
“Not my gun. Like I said, I’m not in Khartoum.”
“Fine, not your gun, but you really think killing him will fix things?”
“Don’t you?”
“No, I don’t. His followers could continue the war for years, decades even. If he died, all the gains the NGOs had made, just by being allowed in here, would probably be lost. Whoever takes over won’t want the prying eyes of the west in Darfur, especially if the campaign of brutality continues.”
“So Abboud is a good guy?” He was baiting her to get more intel on the political landscape.
“Of course not! He is as evil as the day is long. I’m just saying his death could bring about some unintended consequences.”
Court knew about an intended consequence the Russians had in mind. They wanted Abboud out of the way so the Chinese would lose access to Tract 12A.
But at what cost to the region?
He pressed her a bit, trying to pull a bit more info from her. She knew more about the Sudan than he did, and he respected her knowledge, even if he assumed her conclusions to be naive at best and stupid at worst. “What about other actors in the region? The Russians, the Chinese, the U.S., the African Union.”
“What about them?”
“Do you think any of them have an interest in what happens here?”
She turned to him, though they were still walking, regarding his question with a thoughtful sigh. The Arabian behind them snorted. “The Chinese have mineral rights in north Darfur. So far they haven’t found much, but if they did find something, then all bets are off as to how that would change the political landscape.”
“What do you mean?”
“The Chinese have a fragile alliance with Abboud. The Russians have a fragile alliance with—”
Court tried to finish the sentence, “The vice president, who would succeed Abboud if he were taken out of the picture.”
“No. The vice president is as weak willed as they come. I was going to say the Russians have a fragile alliance with the government in Chad. If Abboud were killed, some people think a power struggle would ensue, and the civil war would spread to the entire nation. Chad would use that opportunity to invade Darfur with Russian help. It would start a firestorm, with two nuclear superpowers involved in the outcome. Personally, I don’t believe that, as long as no major oil deposits are found in Darfur. This big conspiracy just sounds too big for Russia to fool with unless it turns out there is something really significant out here under the dirt.”
She sounded like she knew what she was talking about, which gave Court the sinking feeling Gregor Sidorenko had lied to him. The Russians wanted Abboud dead not because his death would give them Tract 12A but because his death would cause chaos, into which Chad could invade and take Tract 12A for the Russians via a shooting war.
Son of a bitch.
Court had a thought. “But you guys want to arrest Abboud? Wouldn’t that have the same effect as killing him? He’d