*
Papa Doc Duvalier stood behind Dominique as she furiously input data into the horoscope forecast programme. He rested a hand on her shoulder and could feel the fear in her trembling form.
'It's not your fault,' Papa Doc said, his tone calm and low. 'The best people for the job were sent.'
'But why Jensen can't follow orders, I don't know. It was supposed to happen in the car,' she said, slamming the mouse on the table.
'Jensen is not a predictable man, which is exactly why he is so dangerous. His passions are measured on a different scale to the rest of us, and he is not one to follow orders to the letter,' Papa Doc said. 'But he will get the job done, and done his way. Which, as we both know, is a way that is best not dwelled upon.'
Dominique shuddered, then continued to tap at the computer keyboard.
'Let us turn this to our advantage,' said Papa Doc. 'I wish to know exactly how she has set on the trail of our puppet assassin, and who else she may have told.' Papa Doc squeezed her shoulder. 'There are other horoscopes I wish you to calculate. And, of course, two more trustees of the board that are to meet untimely ends.'