Kevin politely nodded as he listened to Vacinovic’s point of view.

He drove Vacinovic back to the Embassy, although not before getting lost again. He was used to his bicycle and unfamiliar with the auto routes around The Hague. When they arrived at the Embassy, Kevin gave Vacinovic the box of materials for Golic and drove home.

He told Diane and Ellen about his day, and the important question he had asked Draga, and his client’s response.

Diane looked as if she wanted to roll her eyes, but she didn’t.

“Maybe people just dressed up to look like the Dragons,” Ellen offered. “You know, like how kids wear American camouflage stuff because it’s cool.”

“I’ll have to look into that. I don’t have much more to go on right now. In fact, this case is pretty hopeless. Thousands of Bosnian Muslims were killed and beaten by men in Black Dragon uniforms and the only defense the guy from the Embassy can offer is that the other side started it 600 years ago. Draga says he didn’t do it, but he won’t cooperate in mounting a defense. I don’t think F. Lee Bailey could win this one.”

“Oh, Daddy, you’re so much better than him.”

Ellen came over and climbed into his lap. It was her turn to tell him about her day.

That night, Kevin decided to read something to get his mind off of the case for a while. He picked up a novel and stretched out on the couch. When Diane came down from putting Ellen to bed, the phone rang. It was just before 9 p.m.

“Mr. Anderson, this is Zoran Vacinovic.”

“Yes, Mr. Vacinovic,” Kevin replied.

“A group of investigators from the Tribunal were just here.” Vacinovic sounded agitated. “They searched the Embassy looking for the materials that you gave me today.”

“What?” Kevin was stunned.

“They claimed that you and I had conspired to violate some protective orders of the Court.”

Kevin was speechless.

“This is an outrageous breach of diplomatic procedures. We have never heard of an Embassy being searched. My country will be protesting this in the strongest possible way.”

Kevin felt shaky. Had he broken some Tribunal rule? He was just giving the materials to Vacinovic to send to the investigator. He had even taken out the reports from the protected witnesses.

Just then, Kevin heard a loud banging at the front door.

Someone shouted: “Police, open up!”

CHAPTER 9

Kevin dropped the phone and raced to the front door. He opened it only a crack, and immediately a half-dozen armed men and women in blue United Nations police uniforms burst past Kevin, fanning out in the house.

“What’s going on here?” Kevin demanded.

A tall man in a dark suit and Colombo rain jacket came in behind the police. “I’m John Wells, Chief Investigator for the Office of the Prosecutor at the Tribunal,” he said in clipped English. “We have a court order to search these premises.”

Wells directed Kevin to sit on the couch next to Diane. The color had drained from her face; she looked as if she expected her family to be dragged into the streets.

“Please,” she said, “our daughter is asleep on the third floor – ”

A few seconds later, a sleepy Ellen, in her pajamas and carrying her bathrobe, staggered down to the living room escorted by a police officer. She ran for her parents, her eyes like those of a frightened fawn caught in the headlights of an oncoming vehicle.

“What’s happening, Dad? Who are these people?”

“They’re police from my work. Everything’s going to be okay.”

A uniformed officer picked up the phone that Kevin hadn’t hung up. “Is anyone there?” the officer asked. “Who is this, sir?” After a pause, the officer said, “Mr. Anderson is unavailable. I suggest you call him in the morning.”

The officer hung up the phone and turned to Wells. “He was on the phone with Vacinovic from the Serbian Embassy.”

Wells looked disapprovingly at Kevin.

“May I see the court order?” Kevin asked.

Wells handed some papers to Kevin. “Read it and weep,” he said sarcastically. Kevin began to read the documents, with Diane and Ellen looking over his shoulder. The top page was indeed an order, signed by Judge Davidson, authorizing the search of Kevin’s home, his office at the Tribunal, the Serbian Embassy, and a box held by Dutch postal authorities. He flipped the page and began reading the attached affidavit of Chief Investigator John Wells:

As counsel for Dragoljub Zaric, Kevin Anderson was provided with reports and witness statements, which were governed by a protective order issued by the court. The order provided that because of danger to the witnesses, copies of materials concerning protected witnesses were not to be distributed to third parties other than the accused and persons working directly for the defense.

This morning, I observed Anderson loading boxes into a car at the Tribunal. Thinking that Anderson might be distributing materials covered by the protective order, I followed Anderson and observed him travel to the Tribunal detention center. Inquiry with the jail indicated that Anderson had delivered three boxes of discovery materials for his client.

Thereafter, I followed Anderson to the Embassy of Serbia and Montenegro, where he exited in the company of Zoran Vacinovic. Vacinovic is a former officer in the Yugoslavian secret police and a long-time confidant of former President Slobodan Milosevic. Vacinovic is believed to have been assigned to The Hague to monitor the activities of the War Crimes Tribunal.

I observed Anderson and Vacinovic get into Anderson’s car and drive off. Anderson thereafter engaged in counter surveillance driving, circling the same block and making quick turns. This is a common method of determining if one is being followed.

Anderson and Vacinovic were thereafter observed meeting at a restaurant in the central area of The Hague owned by a reputed member of the Serbian underworld. After the meeting, Anderson again engaged in counter surveillance driving, so as to lose anyone who might be following. I was unable to follow Anderson, but other investigators observed the pair arrive at the Serbian Embassy.

Once back at the Embassy, Investigator Allen Jacobson observed Anderson take a heavy box from the trunk of his car and hand it to Vacinovic. The box was identical in appearance to one that had been provided to Anderson by the company that had copied the discovery. It was also identical to the boxes that Anderson delivered to the jail earlier in the day. Investigator Jacobson observed Vacinovic carrying the box into the Embassy.

About an hour later, Vacinovic was observed carrying the same box to the Post Office. I requested the Post Office hold the box so that it could be searched once a court order was obtained. The box is addressed to one Mihajlo Golic in Belgrade, Serbia.

A review of the financial authorization forms filed by Anderson with the Tribunal revealed that no investigator had been retained by Anderson. Therefore, it appears that Anderson has violated the terms of the protective order, and that a search of the box seized at the Post Office, the Embassy of Serbia and Montenegro, and Anderson’s office and home is necessary to locate additional protected material and to find additional evidence of the conspiracy to violate the Court’s protective order by Anderson, Vacinovic, and others.

The affidavit was approved and submitted to the Court by Bradford Stone.

Kevin felt a wave of relief. They had gotten their facts wrong. He had not delivered any materials subject to the protective order to Vacinovic. Golic was Kevin’s investigator, and the prison had a letter to prove it. He had enclosed a letter in the box directing Golic not to copy the materials. Kevin had even kept a log of the copies he had distributed, as required by the Tribunal. And as for his “counter surveillance driving,” he had driven the way he had that day because he was lost, not to avoid being followed.