They called me THE PUPPETEER 1 (The Puppets of Washington Book 7)

Chapter 25

Chapter 25While I was sitting a couple of tables away, observing the co-pilot as he was pouring tea, which the waiter had brought out to the veranda facing the rows of palms, a few yards away from the gazebo. The sun was setting behind them, sending rays of red amid mauve clouds shooting into the ocean beyond the garden.

“... I don’t think you’ll find Slimane that way, Mark.” Talya went on to say. “Unless I am wrong, the man is not going to have his name listed on any NGOs. I think he acts and directs everything from behind the scenes. He’s like the producer or the director of a play; he lets the actors take the praise or the tomatoes – whatever the case maybe – and never comes on stage.”

“Yes, I believe you’re right. So, do we let the evidence lead us to the producer then?”

“Absolutel