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“I know what most people know,” the expatriate said cautiously. “Al-Fulani is a successful
businessman, a well-known philanthropist, and a devout Muslim.”
“I think you're far too modest about the extent of your knowledge,” the assassin said dryly, as he
pushed an envelope across the surface of the table. “Because it's my understanding that in
addition to your work on behalf of the American Language Institute, you spent twenty years
working for the French Directorate of External Security. Please accept a small gift, which if
properly invested, will make your retirement that much more pleasant.”
The plain white envelope was thick with hundred-dollar bills, and without drawing any
attention, the professor was quick to drop his newspaper on top of it.
“Both civil servants and educators are underpaid,” Rollet observed. “So your gift is welcome.
And yes, even though the public Al-Fulani glitters like gold, another man dwells just below the
surface.”
“How fascinating,” 47 said, as his breakfast arrived. “Please tell me more.”
So Rollet did, once the waiter had departed, and what followed was the story of a man who had
inherited his father's smuggling business and subsequently come of age while running hashish
into Spain, where it was either sold or sent north to the Netherlands, Belgium, Germany, and
other European countries.
Al-Fulani's success soon caught the eye of competitors from as far away as Colombia, and it
wasn't long before some very unpleasant people began to call on the Moroccan, threatening to
hijack his drug shipments unless he shared the profits with them. But, rather than cave in to the
international cartels, Al-Fulani managed to maintain his independence.
At that point Professor Rollet paused to light a disreputable-looking pipe. A series of energetic
puffs were required to get the moist, cherry-flavored tobacco going properly. But once the mix
was alight, the academic took the fragrant smoke deep into his lungs, and smiled broadly.
“Ah!” he exclaimed. “It's a dirty habit, but oh, how I enjoy it!”
Having finished his second pastry, 47 took another sip of coffee. “So, how did he do it?”
Rollet frowned. “Do what?”
“How did Al-Fulani manage to maintain his independence?” Agent 47 inquired patiently. The
Frenchman took a long, slow look around, as if to make sure that none of the other diners were
listening.
“People began to die,” the academic confided gravely. “People at the very top of the cartels, and
it wasn't long before the pressure came off Al-Fulani.”
“So, Fulani had them murdered?”
“Someone had them murdered,” Rollet said darkly. “But it wasn't clear who. Though Al-Fulani