interviewed, but wasn’t able to get close to
the mine.” She plugged the memory stick into her tablet.
While the
photos copied, she continued. “The locals call it monstruo , it literally means monster. The mine operators are Resources
Environmental Development Group which is a joke because not only are they
forcing people off their land, but they’re poisoning the waterways.”
“Have you
sent any of this information to the authorities? It’s a US mining company,
right? You could make an application to the Environmental Protection Agency. Or
talk to someone in the Department of Justice. Even go to the FBI.”
“No, I
haven’t got enough evidence. RED, that’s what they call themselves, has a lot
of money behind it so I need to tread carefully.”
He
nodded.
“I have
to go back and get more information. Need more photos and witness statements.”
She handed him the memory stick and looked him in the eye. “Do you think the UN
would be interested in sending someone with me?”
He
sighed. “Seems like a worthy cause but our resources are pretty stretched right
now.”
“So
that’s it then? These bastards get to continue raping these people’s lands and murdering
them?”
“If you
give me your email, I’ll let you know if I find anyone able to help. Maybe the
UN Chronicle would be interested, but I can’t guarantee anything.”
She put
the tablet back in her bag and handed him a business card. “You can call me. Do
you have a card?”
“Sorry, I
was running late this morning.”
She had
the feeling Aden wasn’t going to be much help but that wasn’t surprising. The
UN were a huge bureaucracy driven by political agendas. If she wanted to make a
difference, she knew she would have to get back on the ground with Roberto and
gather compelling evidence. An article in a world-class publication might
generate enough interest for the US authorities to take notice and hold the
mining company to account. As charming as Aden was, he probably wasn’t going to
make that happen. Still, the off-chance that he could was good enough reason to
flirt with him a little.
Bishop
paid for the coffees. He felt it was the least he could do all things
considered. The UN was never going to see her article, at least not from him. At
least Chua’s bullshit task was completed. The intelligence officer’s concerns
she was getting close to PRIMAL were unfounded. She wasn’t actively pursuing a
story linking their activities and had no clue that an independent, altruistic
team of operatives was actually doing the missions. Now, he was going to focus
on relaxing and enjoying his holiday in New York.
As they headed for the exit, he noticed
the two men sitting near the door were still at their table. One of them
glanced up as he held the door open for Christina.
Bishop put on his Ray-Bans as she
unchained her bicycle. “So what are your must-dos for an out-of-towner? I
haven’t had time off in the city in, well, in forever.”
“What are
you interested in? Museums? Parks? Galleries?”
“What do
you suggest?”
“I could
show you around.” Her smile was warm. “I’ve got some things to do today, but I
was planning on taking tomorrow off.”
Bishop
returned her smile. “That sounds great.”
“OK, how
about we meet back here at ten tomorrow?”
“Sounds
good. I’ve got a friend coming in tonight so it will have to be the three of us.”
“Oh, I
don’t want to impose.”
“Not at
all. He’s a good guy, and we’d appreciate the local knowledge.”
“OK, see
you then.”
Bishop
pecked her on the cheek and walked off. As he strolled, his instincts told him
to double back. He crossed to the other side of the road and swung back in Christina’s
direction.
He caught
up quickly. She was wheeling her bike as she fiddled with a tangled set of
earphones. The two guys from the café were following her.
Bishop
watched them from the other side of the road. They were tailing her but there
was no way they were