said.
Nasser said, âAlfonse DâAmato, the senator? Why?â
âWhy wouldnât they? He is perhaps the most vocal supporter Israel has in Congress. A bit of a grandstander about it too. When Iraq began firing Scuds at Israel during the war, DâAmato made a big point of flying over there to demonstrate his solidarity.â
Trejador looked at Nasser. âCan you come up with someone better?â
âNo. DâAmato is loathed by jihadists.â
âExcellent.â Trejador clapped his hands. âRabin, DâAmato, and Boutros-Ghali all meeting at the UN.â Another look at Nasser. âWill our pet jihadists be able to refuse?â
Nasser had to smile. âI do not see how.â
âThen we need to set a date for this momentous meeting. How long for them to make the bomb, do you think?â
Drexler frowned. âThey told al-Thani theyâre planning a van bomb. Even something that size ⦠If they can get the materials quickly, Iâd say no more than a week.â
âLetâs give them a few days more. And letâs make it a Friday, since thatâs a day of prayer for all of the participants. That brings us toâ¦â He briefly shut his eyes. âThe twenty-sixth. Good. The secret meeting will take place at eleven A.M. on the tenth floor of the UN Secretariat Building on Friday, February twenty-sixth.â
âWait-wait-wait,â Nasser said. âI know the Order has reach, but how can we possiblyâ¦?â Trejadorâs smile and Drexlerâs disdainful look stopped him. âOh, I see.â
He now understood that when Trejador said âsecretâ meeting, he meant so secret that even Rabin, DâAmato, and Boutros-Ghali wouldnât know about it.
He felt like an idiot.
Drexler said, âOur people in the UN can find some excuse to lure DâAmato over. Boutros-Ghali is already there, of course. The Israelis never advertise their prime ministerâs whereabouts unless itâs a state occasion, so for all anyone will know, Rabin can be anywhere we wish him to be that day.â
âRabin, DâAmato, and Boutros-Ghali,â Trejador said. âThe Unholy Trinity for our jihadists. If theyââ
He turned at the sound of a door opening down the hall and then a young brunette appeared. Nasser knew herâthe alluring Danaë.
âIâm leaving now,â she said in a soft voice. âI have another appointment.â
âOf course,â Trejador said. âIâll be in touch.â
She smiled. âOf course you will.â
She turned her blue gaze on Nasser and held the smile, then winked and turned away.
Nasserâs knees felt semi-solid. Danaë ⦠one of Trejadorâs prostitutes. He seemed to hire the same ones over and over. Nasser had been infatuated with Danaë since heâd first seen her a number of years ago. Heâd caught glimpses of some of Trejadorâs other call girls, but none had ever tempted him like Danaë.
He would love to hire herâjust for one nightâbut feared he might be committing some sort of breach by sharing a woman with his superior. As he watched her glide toward the door, he noticed Drexlerâs livid expression. Danaë removed her coat from the front closet and made her exit.
As soon as the door closed behind her, Drexler turned on Trejador and exploded.
âYou had one of your whores here while we were discussing the greatest act of terrorism this city, this countryâthe world has ever seen?â
Trejador appeared unfazed by the outburst. âWell, I was expecting to have the evening to myself. You called the meeting rather abruptly, if you recall.â
âBut this is unconscionable! You have no idea what she might have heard!â
âThe door was closed. And besides, Danaë is a pro. She doesnât peek, she doesnât pry, she doesnât care .â
âShe may have heard