A chronicle of evil and war crimes that will shake your faith: Zone

As I near the end of Mathias Enard's 2008 novel, Zone, we still face the mystery of what precisely the narrator, Francis, plans to do w/ the suitcase he's transporting; he has indicated that the suitcase contains papers and discs that he's stole from this employer, the French spa agency, and that these records pertain to the various horrendous war crimes and crimes against humanity that the narrator has witnessed or studied. He obviously feels remorse, recognizing that the agency he works for has been part of a century of war crimes - so he is in part atoning for his guilt - and he also is seeking some kind of revenge for the death in the Serbo-Croation war of his best friend, Andri. In his leaving France w/ these documents, he is cutting off all ties w/ his previous life, notably ending his relationship w/ fellow spy, Stephanie; he will travel and live under an assumed name - though of course we have to believe that the French agency will track him down, it can't be that hard.  But what will he get from the Vatican representative when he passes on the suitcase? What could he want, and what could they provide other than money? And what will they do with this information - the Vatican isn't exactly known as a paragon of the investigation of evil. In any event, the novel takes an odd detour when the narrator recollects his visits to Morocco - which he notes is actually just outside his "zone' - i.e., the region across Europe, the Mideast, and North Africa that is his "territory" - athough in a broader sense the "zone" encompasses all locations of war crimes and crimes against humanity going back to the first World War, a litany of abuses that drives this novel and shakes any reader's faith in humanity. In any event, as he ponders Morocco he thinks primarily of the writers, Burroughs in particular, who went to M to indulge in various vices, particularly abuse of powerful hallucinogens (he does also mention the concentration camps that the Morrocan monarch set up in the desert - no regime is untouched). Not sure when he's so interested in the literary history of Morocco, but there is its.