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for a while but had some meetings at our
headquarters here. Just wrapped up a sex trafficking case in Europe.”
    “I wrote an
article on that last year.”
    “Yes, an
interesting read.”
    “You read
it?”
    “Of
course, I’ve read most of your work. You’ve got a good nose for digging up
corruption and crime.”
    “Don’t
tell me, you’re here to offer me a job,” she said with a laugh.
    “Trust me,
you don’t want to work for the UN.” He flashed a smile. “Enough red tape to patch
up the Titanic.”
    “That
must suck.”
    “It does.
Most of my time is spent trying to convince corrupt authorities to take action
against the criminals operating directly under their noses. It’s frustrating work.”
    “So the
UN doesn’t have a Special Forces team running around arresting bad guys?”
    “No, my
office consists of a group of investigators who build a case then hand it over
to local law enforcement.”
    “What if
they don’t do anything? Can you give it to the US government so they can get
the CIA to take care of it?”
    Bishop
thanked the waiter when she delivered their drinks. “God no. Even if I was
allowed to share the information with the CIA, most of the time they couldn’t
do anything.”
    “Why is
that?”
    “Because
even they have to seek authority from their masters and Washington doesn’t want
to piss off all its friends.”
    “But
someone’s doing something,” Christina said between sips of coffee. “Have you
read my article on South Sudan?”
      “The one about Chinese influence in the
region?”
    “That’s
it. But, more importantly, it was about a team that helped balance the conflict.
I found witnesses near the border who had seen strange aircraft and well-equipped
soldiers.”
    “And you
think they were an element from within the CIA?”
    “Yes, villagers
recognized American accents. They told me it was a small team, very capable,
and very well equipped. And there’s more. I’ve found another five actions that may
have been conducted by the same group. One in the Ukraine, one in Hungary, two
in Libya, and one in Russia.”
    “And all
of them are the work of this theoretical CIA black ops unit?”
    She
nodded over her cup.
    He
scratched his chin. “Interesting theory. The CIA certainly gets involved in
lots of places you don’t read about in the news. Could even be JSOC, or a joint
task force. Is that what you’re working on at the moment?”
    “No, I’m
still trying to garner interest in my Mexico piece.”
    “Yes, I
read your article in REMA and I’m interested in knowing a little more.”
    She placed
her cup on the table. “What do you want to know?”
    “You mentioned
an American mining company was employing cartel gunmen to push farmers off
their land.”
    “Yes, and
they’ve also committed mass murder. I saw them burn down a church with people
inside it.” She pulled a tablet from her bag and placed it on the table. “I’ve
got some photos. They’re not great but they tell the story.” She opened the
tablet and brought up the images. The first few were grainy but they showed the
burning church and the figures in front of it. “I know they’re bad quality, but
trust me, they’re cartel guys.”
    As she
swiped through photos she watched his face. He studied each one intently, his
brown eyes scanning every inch. She got to the shots from the farm. They were
clear and focused. “These guys came to the ranch I was staying at. They forced
the farmers off their land at gunpoint.” She paused on the picture of Pershing.
“This is the American running the show. The little scumbag next to him is his cartel
sidekick.”
    “This is very
interesting. Can I get a copy of those photos?” He reached into his jacket and
handed her a memory stick.
    She
considered the request. It wasn’t usual for a journalist to share unpublished material,
however this man might actually help Roberto and the ranchers. “Sure. I’ve also
got other photos of the farmers I