first place. He ran when the bombs started to fall, but he didnât run far. He saw the whole thing from a distance, and he swears that he saw a man in army uniform getting out of a white Mercedes. Besides, there was a plane. If there was no government authorization, where did the plane come from?â
âI donât know,â Harper said carefully.
Stralen narrowed his eyes. âAre you telling me you donât think the Sudanese government has a hand in this?â
âI think it might bear some level of culpability.â
Stralen narrowed his eyes. âWhat does that mean, âsome levelâ?â
âI mean Bashir provides funds and training for the Janjaweed through the army,â Harper explained. âBut he does not direct ongoing operations in Darfur. He leaves that to his generals. There is a good chance he wasnât even aware of this particular attack, much less who was stationed at the camp.â
âYou canât be serious.â Stralen looked at Andrews, then back to Harper, as though searching for an explanation. âDo you really expect us to believe that this was a mistake? Some kind of coincidence?â
âNo, of course not. That is not what Iâm implying. Iâm simply saying that Bashir might not have authorized it,â Harper asserted.
âAnd what about the plane? Letâs not forget that bombs were dropped,â said Stralen.
âI havenât.â Harper sighed. âBut a lot of ordnance and combat equipment is floating around out there on the black market. And across the region. Tanks, attack boatsââ
âI repeat, Harper. This was a bomber. An F-7N, according to our real-time infrared satellite data. What does that tell you?â
Harper didnât answer. Acquired from Iran back in the late nineties, the Chinese-built warplanes were known to have been used in Sudanâs bombing campaigns against rebel ground troops during its last civil war. Which in his mind still proved nothing.
He turned toward the president; the last thing he wanted here was a spitting contest. âSir, I know it must seem pretty clear-cut from where youâre standing. But I donât think thereâs sufficient evidence Omar al-Bashir ordered the attack, and I donât think weâve established motive. He knows the consequences for himself and his government. To go after you personally, and in this way, would be an incredibly stupid thing to do at a time when heâs already under siege. Bashir is a lot of things, but he isnât stupid. It would be an act of sheer lunacy for him to authorize your nieceâs murder.â
Harper paused, painfully aware that it was the first time those words had been spoken aloud. For a long moment the president didnât respond, his red eyes fixed on some random point on the far wall. When he spoke, his voice was dangerously low.
âThereâs that plane, John. Letâs not dance around it. And those men were wearing army uniforms,â he said. âBashir controls the army. Itâs one thing for them to raid a local village with impunity. But theyâre still undeniably on a leashâ¦a long one, maybe, but a leash nonetheless. Say what you will, they donât lift a finger against us unless he tells them to.â
Harper was momentarily shaken by the quiet rage he heard in the presidentâs voiceâas well as the utter conviction. But he did his best to set it aside, knowing that he couldnât stop now. Someone had to bring the man back from the brink, and it was clear that he was the only person still willing to try.
âYes, but that just supports my point, sir. Even if they destroyed the whole camp, some of the refugees were bound to escape. There were going to be witnesses either way, so why would Bashir make the governmentâs role in the attack so blatantly evident? Why would he allow the trail to lead right back to his doorstep?â
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