Dying of the Light Page #5

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- Two years.

- Banir...

- Well...

...possible Banir uses

Abdikarim as a middleman.

Their communications,

any information about possible Banir...

Goes into the river...

or so he thinks.

And Abdi pays Dr. Cornel.

Evan.

Ignorant... ignorant doctor in this?

Well, except for one thing.

Dr. Cornel has a Kenyan wife.

- How much does he charge?

- 10k euro every month.

- And doesn't report it.

- Nope.

Now we're on the same page. The doctor's

protecting himself. You got the files?

- You know what?

- What?

This is cool.

Print 'em out. I don't like

to read off a monitor.

All right.

No answer?

Aasim.

Aasim. Aasim. Aasim.

You have a visa?

- Speak English?

- Yeah.

I need you to go... go to Bucharest.

I need you to find this... doctor.

I need you to get the medication?

Shave your beard and get...

European ways.

Better idea.

Get this Cornel to come here.

What if... if he give me problems?

If he does not want to come?

Tell him the family of his wife

will not be spared. Yeah,

that's good. That's good.

Here he is.

"Dr. Iulian Cornel,

grant to develop novel therapeutic

agents b-thalassemia.

Sponsored Cooley's anemia foundation."

Bingo. Muhammad Banir,

you think you can hide?

Nobody can hide from the reaper.

Can we get in?

- Into what?

- Into the correspondence

between Banir and the doctor.

Cornel hasn't heard from Abdi...

so now he's wondering...

"Where's my payment?"

- It... it's possible, but...

- But what?

If this med is for Banir,

why hasn't anyone heard

from him in 20 years?

I can explain.

Banir thought I had an asset

in his group, a double.

That's what he was trying to get me to

give up. There was no f***ing asset.

I couldn't give it up even if I

wanted, but that was the deal.

After my extraction, I had my doubts,

so I sent some intelligence hinting

that Banir himself was the double,

a cable that would be intercepted

at the highest levels.

If he was still alive, I wanted

him off the playing field.

I drove him into the ground.

Everybody figured he was dead.

- I had my doubts.

- Why?

Because he's a true believer.

Guys like that don't just die.

You gotta... you gotta rip out

their hearts with your bare hands.

You've been giving this a lot

of thought, haven't you?

- Just once a day.

- Every day.

All day long.

Don't answer it.

Sh*t. Just stay there.

Dr. Sanjar, I'm real busy right now.

I don't have the time.

Evan, I don't want to leave it the way

it was left today. It was not right.

- It's all right.

- No, it's not.

I'm not going to let you push this aside.

We want to help you.

Come to my office, we'll sit down,

have a talk, prepare for the future.

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