Chapter 50
DST agent Fredric Gregorian drove agents Paterson and Holloway to the village of Sainte-Mère-Église in the in the northwest corner of France.
Dennis was bewildered by Andre’s accusations that there was a FBI agent working for Martinez. Dennis pondered for a moment if his new partner had conspired with Martinez to kill senator Anderson.Though Dennis did a through investigation into Craig’s past, he found no abnormalities and quickly dismissed the idea that Craig was working for Martinez.
“How did Andre’Rouèche know so much about you? Is anything thing Andre said about you back there at DST office true?”
“Rage flared in Craig’s mind as he lit a cigarette and said. “He is just a French prick. Was Andre telling the true when he accused you of murdering your old partner?”
Dennis was agitate by Craig’s intervention into his life. He lit a cigar and said, “What happen in the past, no one can change.”
The bright light of Notre-Dame Cathedral was a blur as agent Fredric Gregorian drove past the famous church. Dennis took a drag of his cigar, rolled down the window and exhaled. His thoughts drifted like the smoke back to Paris. “How could director of the French DST know so much about my old partner’s murder? I thought that my secrets were safe from the prying eyes of the FBI and the DST. “It would be a shame if I had to kill Andre’Rouèche to insure that my secrets remained concealed.”
The car suddenly turned onto boulevard Marechaux. Dennis scratched his chin and took a deep drag of his cigar and pondered to himself, “Was Andre lying about an agent in the agency working for Martinez?”
The Car quickly dove beyond the city of light and into the dark French countryside. Craig puff on his cigarette said, “Who do you think is working for Martinez? My money is on doctor Eric Brown.”
Dennis pondered Craig’s theory and said, “What make you think that Andre is telling the truth. Maybe there is no FBI agent working for Martinez.”
“Why would Andre lie? Anyone in the agency, including yourself agent Paterson, could be working with Martinez.”
A scornful look crept over Dennis’s face as he uttered, “I was just thinking the same thing about you agent Holloway.”