paying you but I'm not buying you anything. I met him at Hard Rock a few times, at the polo club, or in the car. He'd call you and say 'I need to meet,' pick you up, and drive around for twenty minutes. You'd talk about what he needed to talk about, then he'd drop you off." On this day, Le Roux proved to be in an expansive mood. "The real money is in the controlled drugs," he told Bena- roch. "You are only seeing a fraction of what The Company is doing. You could be doing so much more."

"He made it seem," Benaroch said, "like there was a whole other business running in the background."

In Israel, for Oz and Berkman, things felt like they were starting to return to normal. Then, in early 2010, Oz got a call from Le Roux proposing that the two of them meet him in Kenya. It seemed like a setup: The Israeli operation had no business there, and Le Roux was typically unforthcoming about the reason for their meeting. At first Oz tried refusing to go.

"Don't be afraid," Le Roux said.

"How can I not be afraid?" Oz replied.

Le Roux then took a direct tack: They had no choice. Oz knew what defying him would mean. They agreed to fly to Nairobi.

A colleague in Israel questioned their decision, given Oz's near- death experience the last time he saw Le Roux. "I remember ask- ing them, 'What the fuck, why are you going after what happened last time?'" he said. But Oz told him that Le Roux had little incen- tive to hurt them. Before, he had suspected Oz of stealing. Now, he believed he'd frightened them into absolute loyalty. Besides, he needed Oz and Berkman to keep RX Limited's massive operation running smoothly.

The two Israelis landed in Nairobi on a night flight and took a taxi to a hotel Le Roux had selected. The next morning, he arrived in the lobby flanked by two security guards, who sat down at a nearby table. "We didn't know what to think because we didn't do anything wrong. Everything was okay," Oz said. More than the