Pier Mêlées had moved to Africa in the late 80's. The first year the heat was too much for him to bear, but know he was used to it. As the sun gazed down upon him he watched the jeep drive off. Damn gun, he thought, empty. He turned around and ran to the body he just shot. What poor, nosey missionary is dead now? He called for back up.
"Security here, I've got a situation."
"What's wrong?"
"We had a woman come to close to the site, I followed orders."
"I see, was there anyone else with her."
"Yes, he got away."
"Shoot, will he call the police."
"Probably"
"We have to evacuate the site, get rid of any evidence. We've done it before we'll do it again."
"Send somebody over here to get the corpse."
"Somebody will be over in a minute. You especially need get out of here. Bring us the gun; we'll take care of the prints. For know get out of the country."
"Can do, I was going to leave tonight to celebrate the holiday with family, I'll get to the air port right away."
"We'll get a private company car to escort you, it might be dangerous."
"I'll be fine, just send somebody quick."
"Their on their way"
"Over and out"
Pier turned off his walkie talkie; let's see who this month's victim is. He pushed the body onto its back.
"Oh my God," He said aloud, he got to his knees and started to cry, "What have I done?"
The guard arrived. "What should I do with the body?"
Pier wiped his eyes. "Send it on the next plane to France. Send it as my luggage."
"What?"
"Those are orders, now!"
Pier sat on his bed looking at his hands, I killed her, he thought, I killed her. If he had known who it was, he would have never pulled the trigger.
I have to tell Sophie. He took out his cell phone.
"Hello?"
"Hey Sophie"
"Hey Pier, what's going on, shouldn't you be picking up Florentine? Your plane leaves in two hours."
"Oh about that,"
"What, you're still coming aren't you?"
"Well yes I am but Florentine is not."
"What do you mean, she called me yesterday to confirm."
Pier covered the reciever with his hand and took a deep breath.
"Sophie, Florentine was murdered this morning."
He could here Sophie crying on the other line.
"The bodies being sent to France, it will be on the plane with me."
"Oh my God, I'll make funeral arrangements. I can't believe this, what happened?"
"I'll tell you when I arrive."
"Do you need a ride to my house?"
"Yes, please."
"Meet a man named Robert Langdon at terminal B. You can come with him. I'll call him and let him know you're coming."
"Thank you, bye"
Pier packed quickly and drove to the air port with a body in th eback seat.