possible the Sabra wasnât a Sabra at all.
âI would especially like to thank Miss Eva for the use of her apartment. Youâre very brave.â
Miss Eva
. She beamed, a star accepting an award.
âI want to thank Jossi for the use of his car. Youâre very brave as well.â
Brand nodded, thinking Asher shouldnât have told him their names. Protocol worked both ways. And what about his sweater?
âYou risked your lives to save mine. Donât think Iâll forget. Long Live Eretz Israel.â
âLong Live Eretz Israel,â they echoed.
With that, he sat down and Victor stood up. They made an odd pair, the dark, clean-shaven bantamweight and the ruddy, ginger-bearded giant. How had they met? Brand wondered. Who else was in their cell?
Victor flipped the chalkboard, revealing a diagramâa crude map with train tracks and two parallel roads marked with arrows. As in a geometry problem, the tracks crossed both roads at an angle. Between them, in the center of the tracks, sat a pirateâs X for treasure.
âEvery Friday the British payroll arrives by the same train.â
The plan was ridiculously simple. They were going to blow up the tracks and stick up the train. To Brand the idea seemed like something out of the Wild West, sure to end in a bloody shootout, but no one protested.
Once the train passed the first crossing, theyâd blow the tracks behind and ahead of it with mines. With the train trapped, two of them would use the crew as hostages while the others disarmed the guards and blew the safe. Theyâd use a stolen car, one they could ditch after theyâd gotten away, then Jossi would drive them back to the city, the loot safe in the hidden compartment. The payroll was over thirty thousand pounds.
âThatâs a lot of weapons,â Asher said, as if they needed an incentive.
After the substation, Brand expected heâd be part of the assault team, along with Asher, Victor and the Sabra. The Peugeot could hold five. Maybe Fein? Eva and Yellin would handle communications.
They had one week.
âI know thatâs not a lot of time,â Victor said, âbut Gideon and I both think youâre ready.â
âThank you,â Asher said, and as Brand held on to the assumed name, he understood that Gideon and Victor werenât coming with them. Theyâd be going it alone.
To avoid suspicion, after the meeting was done, they left in shifts. Asher stayed behind with Gideon and Victor to work out the necessary materials. Lipschitz had business in Mahane Yehuda, so he could walk. Fein said he could use a ride.
In the car they were somber, as if right now they were heading out on the mission. They passed the Schneller Barracks and the fields of the orphanage. Brand glanced at the barns and the spindly tower rising in the distance. A moving train was a completelydifferent proposition. Hostages, and guards. Not to mention the safe.
After a mile-long silence, Eva finally spoke. âSo, what happened to your buddy Yellin?â
âNothing,â Fein said. âHe had a dentist appointment.â
5
G ideon was Sephardic, a Moroccan whose missionary parents ran a yeshiva in Tangiers. Eva had known all along.
âI couldnât tell you. Believe me, I wanted to. Asher said it was for your own good. We have to be safe.â
âYou already knew Victor.â
âI never said I didnât.â
He questioned her like a deceived husband. How well did she know them? How long? She was evasive and outraged, the faithful wife, citing protocol. As he had that first night, he sensed it wasnât the first time Gideon had visited her bed, or Asher. Why was he surprised she was a whore? He was used to Katya, whose past, like his own, was clear as water. He was just a dumb mechanic, he wasnât meant to connive with spies.
âWhat about the blonde?â
âSheâs new. Honestly, I have no idea who she