"The meddling black American is dead," Al-Hassad whispered to his associate, breaking the mood. "Money has been sent to his bank account to raise suspicions, and any ties to you have been eradicated. Our supplies are enroute and will arrive at Ras Laffan and University City in Doha within the week. I know your passion for promptness. Everything is proceeding as you desire. The black American was, as you would say, une complication sans reason, an unnecessary complication. He never should have learned of the details in his possession, but that little Irani boy he was traveling with was an incredible pest. That is my fault, mon ami, I allowed a lapse of judgment that will not ever, in shallah, occur again." Actually there was also a sensuous woman involved with his lack of judgment, but Al-Hassad did not share that detail with his colleague.