“PERHAPS we could snatch him off the street, kidnap him, take him to Paris and deal with him properly there.” The remark stopped the conversation across the lunch table just as if a waiter had dropped a glass, smashed a plate or thrown water in a customer’s face. Reda Hassaine peered through the fug of his own cigarette smoke at his French paymaster, trying to gauge how serious the suggestion had been. The silence remained unbroken, the word “kidnap” hanging in the air between them. Full Story