Chapter 11That night Rasheed placed a call to Paris. He knew the Kartz woman had been at the mine. He had not been able to be there to get her prying eyes and gorgeous body out of the way, and now she had started to ask the wrong questions. She would have to be stopped.
“Allo!” the voice said.
“It’s me, sir—”
“I hope you have a good reason for calling me at this hour, Monsieur Rasheed, otherwise I shall hang up—”
“Please don’t..., sir. And yes, I have a good reason to call you. Madame Kartz has been sniffing around the mine site—”
“Well, Monsieur Rasheed, wasn’t that to be expected? After all the turmoil you caused and the suspicion you’ve drawn on your person—to me this is no surprise at all.”
“What do you suggest I do now?”
“When I wanted to assist you in diverting the first shi
