completely.
Daniel decided to test the waters.
âI wonder if we could get some outside advice on this point. Would it be all right if I called Harrison Carmichael?â
âOkay,â said Mansoor. âBut be discreet.â
Daniel called Carmichaelâs number on his mobile, but the voice that answered was not that of Professor Carmichael. âHallo, could I speak to Harrison Carmichael please⦠Daniel Klein. Yes, he knows me⦠What? â
Gabrielle was looking at him, concerned.
âWhen?⦠How?⦠The police ?â
âWhat is it?â asked Gabrielle.
When Daniel looked at Gabrielle next, his face had turned to stone.
âItâs Harrison. Heâs dead.â
Chapter 13
âTheyâre anti-Semitic, anti-American, anti-British and anti-Western. Theyâd like to wipe us off the face of the earth.â
Sarit Shalev stared at Dov Shamir, trying to gauge how much of his manner was showmanship for her benefit. It was hard to tell with Dov, or âDoviâ as she called him. Everything about him was uniformly dark â appearance and mood alike â except for the odd flash of excitement. Although he was dressed like a typical casual Israeli in a blue shirt and jeans, he somehow reminded her of Heathcliff â or at least the way she imagined Heathcliff to be when she first read Wuthering Heights as a gangly teenager.
Now a compact but kick-ass fit twenty-four-year-old, she was no longer quite so enamoured by characters in fiction, and thinking about Dovâs appearance, she realized that perhaps âdarkâ was too strong a word. It was true of his eyes and hair, but applying it to his skin tone was stretching it somewhat. His ancestry was central European, and his skin wasnât naturally dark, merely tanned by the Mediterranean sun.
âThey sound like the usual crowd of semi-literate rednecks.â
âExcept these guys arenât semi-literate, Sarit. These are movers and shakers, people with power and influence. These are the people who manipulate the rednecks: the educatedpeople who use pop science to sell people on their crackpot conspiracy theories.â
She was eight years his junior, and in terms of intelligence experience, that difference was vast. But it didnât restrain her feisty, independent spirit when it came to questioning his judgement as he briefed her on the assignment in this windowless room at Mossadâs headquarters in the coastal town of Herzliya.
âWhy did this Milne woman contact us in the first place?â
âShe first approached us a couple of years ago. Technically sheâs been my asset even before she took her husbandâs place.â
âBut she initiated contact, not vice versa?â
âShe didnât like what her husband was doing.â
âCan we trust her?â
âWalk-in assets are always potential bait. But we have ways of verifying. Everything sheâs told us checked out.â
âBut if she was your asset, why did she have to go through the embassy?â
âI was treating her as passive. Once we IDâd the key people from her, we maintained silence.â
âSo whatâs changed?â
â Theyâve changed. Theyâre becoming more active⦠and more dangerous.â
He told her about the murder of Harrison Carmichael and Roksana.
âDoes it check out?â
âAccording to the British press and the police statements, yes. The fire, the ante-mortem injuries. Theyâre planning to do a report about it on a programme called Crimewatch .â
âAnd have we passed on any of the information that she gave us?â
âNot yet. Weâre hesitant about passing it on. We donât want to compromise her position at this stage. We may want touse her more actively, either to flush out more of their members or to disseminate misinformation to them.â
âSo weâre going to let these murders go