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“Not that you’re not welcome, but is there a point for the visit?”
“I did a little digging….” Kohen’s expression tensed. “If you can call it that. More so, I collected what few pieces I could and pulled together. What I felt was useful.”
“About?”
“AOD.”
Angels of Death.
“And…”
“They’re a militia based in Houston but operate all over the US. They’re one of the few organizations to exist without ties or notable affiliations that can be traced. It’s damn near impossible to find anything linking them to anyone of importance.”
“But you did?”
Kohen nodded. “When I mentioned the name Gatete Uwera, did it mean anything to you?”
“No, should it?”
“Maybe, possibly not, but I have a feeling he’s your grandfather.”
Carter’s brows slammed in close. “Why the fuck would you think that?”
“Gatete has a compound and training camp in Humble outside of Houston. He’s Rwandan born and raised, but came to the US years ago. He’s well known for recruiting young men who want to come to the US. The goal is to train them and that’s where he gets soldiers for AOD.”
“Why the fuck would anyone hand over their child to a militia group?”
“Most don’t have to give their children to those groups. They go willingly. Coming here to America, no matter what they’re coming for, is better than some of their alternatives. Men like Gatete take advantage of their desire to want more.”
“And why do you think he’s….” Carter tensed, unable to state the reference. His parents had been his only family. He never asked why. He never desired the extension of other people in his life. They had always been enough.
“Your grandfather?”
Carter nodded stiffly.
“Gatete had a daughter, Keza. It was rumored that she cut ties with her family after a disagreement over a connection with one of her father’s recruits. One very skilled recruit who crossed lines Gatete didn’t approve of. A few days after being confronted about their relationship, both Keza and the man disappeared. The man’s name was Kivuli Nkusi.”
“My father.”
Kohen nodded. “Gatete brought him over with the intent of using him for AOD. Even at a young age he had skills that most trained gunmen didn’t. There was a plan for him, a plan that didn’t include Gatete’s daughter. After the men were trained, they were sent to other factions. No one complained or disagreed because they felt indebted to Gatete. Your father must have complained. When he and your mother left, Gatete banished them both, swearing death on the two of them. That’s how angry he was at your mother choosing your father. A man with that type of ego doesn’t accept disrespect, not even from their own family. If Jessup somehow found out who your parents were and told Gatete, it makes sense that he would have put a hit on them both. My guess is he personally handled it. Years don’t garner forgiveness, they only fuel the fire born in rage.”
Carter’s jaw tensed. His muscles locked and his fingers curled tightly while still submerged in his pockets. “How do you go from having no information to having all this at once?”
“Another FBI connect.”
“Lynx hacked their system, there wasn’t anything there.”
“The in-depth files aren’t documented. These are personal files, Carter. My guy works directly with Gatete. The feds are tracking people who are considered ghosts but you already know how that works. They don’t want any record of their movements because those ghosts are resources.”
“The feds are using AOD?”
“More or less, yes. These people don’t exist undetected by chance. When there’s a mutual benefit, things go undetected. And when someone needs to be held accountable…”
“A sacrificial lamb is chosen.”
“Exactly. The reason I asked you to leave it alone is because they start to look at anyone who asks too many questions.”
“Or the right questions,” Carter countered.
