Mission of Honor

Chapter Eighteen

The meeting with Bob Herbert, Ron Plummer, and Edgar Kline ended with Herbert going off to call Maria and Kline chatting with Hood for several minutes longer. Their conversation ranged from the financial and political health of Botswana to Hood soothing the lingering indignation Kline felt at having been put under surveillance. Hood behaved sympathetically because that was his job. The truth was, he felt a lot like he did when he was mayor of Los Angeles. City officials often expected to be exempted from tasks such as jury duty or waiting in line at amusement parks and crowded restaurants because of who they were. Kline expected to be above suspicion because of who he worked for. Hood rejected both attitudes. The only thing that mattered to him was his responsibility to the rights and security of his constituents. When Kline left to go to New York City, he seemed satisfied, though perhaps not entirely convinced, that Bob Herbert simply had been following Op-Center protocol.

As for Maria, Herbert came back into Hood's office to assure him that she would be ready for the challenge.

Hood had offered to brief Darrell McCaskey as soon as he arrived. Herbert asked to handle that.

"Darrell was not happy to hear that you were contacting a friend at the FBI," Herbert said. "But he's going to be a lot less happy when he hears what I'm going to do."

"I would agree with that," Hood said dryly.

"If he blows up at me, he can always complain to you. If he blows up at you, he may walk out on us. We don't want him to do that."

"But he is going to blow up," Hood thought aloud.

"Oh yeah," Herbert said. "It could be one big blast or a lot of small ones. I'm guessing small ones. He will want to do what's right for Op-Center, so that will stuff the big one down."

Hood gave him the go-ahead. Besides, there were other things Hood needed to do. His old financial colleague Emmy Feroche had been in a meeting. He left word on her voice mail to call him back. In the meantime, Hood wanted to talk to Shigeo Fujima.

As soon as Herbert left, Hood brought up Fujima's file. He scanned it quickly. The man was thirty-five, married, two children. He held an advanced degree in political science from Tokyo University and another in criminology from the Osaka School of Law. He had been with the Intelligence and Analysis Bureau for seven years. The man obviously had intelligence chops and political savvy. The Japanese were a hierarchical society. To be the head of the IAB at such a young age was very impressive.

After checking Fujima's file, Hood brought up the dossier on Henry Genet. The fifty-three-year-old Antwerp native was a diamond merchant. He was on the board of directors of Beaudin International Industries along with several other movers and shakers of French business and finance.

Hood punched in the telephone number Fujima had left on Herbert's voice mail. The head of the Japanese Intelligence and Analysis Bureau was in a meeting. He left it to take Hood's call.

"Thank you for calling back, Mr. Hood," Fujima said. "I'm honored the director of Op-Center would call personally."

The intelligence officer's voice was calm and respectful, and his manner was unhurried. But that did not mean anything. Japanese officials were always calm and unhurried.

Hood decided to get right to the matter at hand. He did not have time to get into what Martha Mackall used to call the "plastic bouquet liturgy," the back-and-forth exchange of insincerely sweet compliments that typified initial conversations with most Japanese officials.

"Your call interested me personally," Hood replied. "You had questions about Henry Genet?"

"Yes," Fujima replied.

"Let's see if I can help you," Hood prompted.

Fujima was silent for a moment. Within seconds the men had gone from empty, free-flowing compliments to the taciturn dance of intelligence personnel. This business was unlike any other Paul Hood had ever encountered. When the Japanese intelligence officer spoke, it was with care and precision.

"We have been watching Mr. Henry Genet because of several recent investment and business undertakings," Fujima began. "Over the past few months, he has increased the hiring of personnel in Botswana. At least, that is what it says on the tax forms filed in Gaborone."

"But you don't believe it," Hood said.

"I do not," Fujima said.

"What kind of personnel is he supposed to have hired?" Hood asked.

"Diamond buyers, security personnel for his purchases, scouts for new purchases-"

"In other words, the kind of employees that would not raise any flags," Hood said.

"Yes," Fujima agreed. "Yet we saw no evidence of such personnel in our surveillance."

Hood was curious what kind of surveillance the Japanese were using. HUMINT resources might be helpful to OpCenter. Yet even if Hood had asked, Fujima would not have told him. Putting the man on the spot would have served no purpose. Sometimes a man gained respect by not asking things he wanted to know. That was certainly true when dealing with the Japanese.

"During that same period, Genet has also withdrawn nearly one hundred million dollars from banks in Japan, Taiwan, and the United States," Fujima went on. "Genet has used some of that money to lease large tracts of land and invest in factories in both China and North Korea."

"That could simply be an investment decision," Hood said.

"The Chinese economy is expected to grow exponentially over the next twenty years."

"A reasonable assumption," Fujima agreed. "Except that Mr. Genet established several international holding companies to share the ownership of the property and apparently to conceal his involvement."

"What are the names of the companies?" Hood asked.

"The only one we know is called Eye At Sea," he replied. "It's incorporated in Holland and lists its business as venture capital. We believe that Mr. Albert Beaudin is part of that investment group. He should not have to conceal his participation. It is not illegal for Frenchmen to invest in China."

"Where in China has Genet leased land?" Hood asked.

"The property is in Shenyang in the Liaoning province," Fujima replied. "Are you familiar with that region of China, Mr. Hood?"

"I am," Hood said. "That's where the Chinese manufacture their advanced J-8 II fighter jets."

"That's right," Fujima said. "And that is why the purchase concerns us. They have a highly skilled, relatively inexpensive labor pool there. An international munitions manufacturer could make a great deal of money using that talent. Obviously, it's an area of enterprise that Japan must watch closely."

"Of course," Hood said. "Do you have any indication that Albert Beaudin himself was involved in the purchase or that he is looking to expand his operations into China?"

"None, Mr. Hood," Fujima admitted. "But we cannot ignore those possibilities."

"Of course not," Hood said.

Hood went back to the computer file on the Beaudin corporate structure. He reviewed the biographies of each individual. The entries were short and did not show the common origins, traumas, national agenda, or even ages that typically formed the basis for what was classified as PIGs-political intervention groups. Hood had always felt that was a fitting acronym for groups that backed terrorists, rebels, and coups.

"Have the other members of Beaudin's team made any significant financial transactions?" Hood asked.

'To date, we have only been watching Mr. Genet and Mr. Beaudin," the intelligence officer replied. "But you were in finance, Mr. Hood. Consider some of the names on Beaudin's board. Richard Bequette. Robert Stiele. Gurney de Sylva. Peter Diffring. Are any of them familiar to you?"

"They weren't until now," Hood admitted.

"You have files on them?" Fujima asked.

"I have very thin files," Hood said. "I'll forward them when we're done. They all appear to be low-profile French, Belgian, and German financiers."

"These are extremely low-profile gentlemen," Fujima agreed. "But directly they control nearly one billion dollars. Indirectly, through partnerships and through individuals who follow their investment leads, they control four to five billion dollars."

That sum was greater than the gross domestic product of Botswana.

"I am not convinced that we're witnessing the unfolding of a master plan," Fujima went on. "Nonetheless, I was hoping you might have some information on Genet, Beaudin, or their colleagues. We cannot ignore the potential for at least a financial assault on international economies."

Fujima's use of the term "at least" suggested his greater worry: that the European money, along with Beaudin technology, would be used to enhance the already formidable Chinese military machine. It was a justifiable concern.

What troubled Hood more was whether the events in Botswana were connected to the activities of Genet. Shaking up the flow of diamonds from the south of Africa would be significant to a portion of the world economy, but it would not be enough to help wage a "financial assault."

Hood received an instant message from Bugs Benet. Emmy Feroche was on the line. Hood wrote back and asked him to have her hoJd on.

"Mr. Fujmia, I'm going to look into these developments for you," Hood said. "Bob Herbert or I will keep you informed. I hope you will do the same."

"I will," Fujima promised.

The Japanese intelligence officer thanked him. Hood told Bugs to forward the personnel files of the Beaudin board to Mr. Fujima. Then he grabbed the call from Emmy.

"Sorry to keep you waiting, Emmy," Hood said.

"Not a problem, Paul," she said. "It's great to hear from you! How has life been?"

"Eventful," he replied.

"I can't wait to catch up," she said. "God, it's amazing how 'Let's stay in touch' can turn into 'Has it really been that long?' "

"I know," Hood said. "How is the world of white-collar crime?"

"Overall, it's very busy," Emmy told him. "At the moment, it's completely insane."

"Why?" Hood asked.

"We're checking to see if there were any improprieties in several major stock deals," Emmy told him. "Have you ever heard of a German stockbroker named Robert Stiele?"

Hood felt a chill. "It so happens I have," he replied. "What did he do?"

"Stiele quietly pulled the trigger on some major deals early this morning, Euro time," she said. "He dumped one hundred and fourteen million dollars in blue-chip stock holdings, companies that were doing well, and put the money into three separate, privately held operations."

"Do you have their names?" Hood asked.

"Yes," she replied. "The first one is VeeBee Ltd., the second one is Les Jambes de Venus-"

"And the third is Eye At Sea," Hood said.

"Yes!" Emmy replied. She was obviously impressed. "How do you know that?"

"I can't tell you," Hood said.

"Well, Mr. Wizard, what can you tell me?" she asked. "Look into Albert Beaudin," he said. "Why?"

"Can't tell you that either," Hood said, "what are you doing about Stiele?"

"We're trying to find out if Mr. Stiele knows something about the blue chips that we don't."

"I wouldn't worry about the blue chips," Hood said. "This is about Stiele. He needed to get liquid."

"Why?" she pressed.

"That," Hood replied, "is a damn good question."