will be asked of me. If I can destroy your story, then your adversaries will destroy it. In which case we'll lose. In which case there's hardly any point in taking it to the Cabinet in the first place. Don't you agree?'
David nodded and sat back.
'Okay, did you check with anyone before you released the drug dealers?'
'No.'
'Have you the authority to make that kind of deal?'
'Within limits.'
The minister turned to Rafi. 'Did he exceed his limits?'
'No.'
The minister smiled. 'That's the first positive link in this extremely peculiar chain of events.' He looked at David. 'You say this man, Ephraim Cohen, was a friend of your brother. Can you think of any reason why he would want to mislead you about Major Peretz?'
'He was manipulating me. He wanted to throw me off the scent.'
As part of a conspiracy?' David nodded. 'But Peretz never told you the name of the 'old friend,' the one he said suggested he attend the Rubin Academy symposium?'
'No.'
'So you don't know if he made that up?'
'No.'
'You can't be sure anything Peretz told you was true?'
'No.'
'And your reconstruction of the accident is based solely on the uncorroborated testimony of a minor child and the hearsay ravings of the discredited, possibly psychotic, and now dead Major Peretz-isn't that correct?'
'Yes.'
'So let me ask you, captain: What is this crime that you think is going to be committed? Who are these conspirators? What evidence have you got that Security Services personnel attacked you at the zoo and in front of your house? The answers-correct me if I'm wrong-are: 'don't know'; don't know'; and 'none.' Right?'
David nodded. 'Those would have to be my answers.'
The minister sat back and arched his ruler between his hands. 'Tell me, honestly, if you were me, would you go to the Cabinet with this kind of speculation?'
David shrugged. 'I'm a cop, not a judge. Everything I do is speculative.'
The minister bent the end of his ruler, then released it so it sprung at David like a tiny catapult. When their eyes met again David saw a narrow gaze of sympathy; the sharp prosecutorial look was gone.
'Let me make this clear. I understand your actions this morning. On a personal level I'm sympathetic. But if I go into the Cabinet with this I'll end up having to resign. So I'm sorry… By the way, I understand you refused Colonel Levin's request to turn over some rolls of film.'
David nodded.
'Okay, you and Shahar wait outside. Latsky-stay. There're a few loose ends to discuss…'
'Oh no! I don't believe it,' Anna said. 'Oh, David-how awful you must feel.'
It was late in the afternoon. They were in the apartment. David, exhausted, was lying on the couch. Anna, perched next to him on her cellist's stool, looked closely into his eyes.
'They were kind about it.'
'What did Rafi say?'
'That it was the minister's decision, that it was irrevocable, and he was sorry but there was nothing he could do. I told him Iunderstood. It was my fault. I went in without checking because I knew he'd tell me to wait. My miscalculation. I was sure if I got hold of that van it would lead straight to Cohen and Shin Bet, and I'd have enough to make someone talk. Maybe Cohen counted on that. Maybe the two ambushes were a way to push me into moving too fast so I'd screw up my case.'
'Why do you blame yourself?'
'The minister said I was obsessed.'
'He's right.'
'Sure. And what else should a policeman be? The obsession, Anna, is based on an old Jewish principle: Human life is sacred. You don't allow people to take other people's lives and then not pay for their crimes.'
She took his hand. 'This is one of the things I love most about you-that you are obsessed, that you don't give up.'
'It's what Judith liked least.'
She smiled. 'She and I are different. Now what are you going to do?'
'I'm still unit chief. I haven't been demoted. We still have our inventory of pattern crimes.'
'And the murders?'
'Rafi'll turn them over to his homicide team, they won't get anywhere, there won't be any more killings, and eventually the case will be allowed to fade. Unsolved.' He closed his eyes. 'Rafi wants me to go on vacation. I told him no, that if I go now people will think I've had a breakdown.' He paused. 'I took a vacation a couple of years ago. Got a passport, went to Paris, then down to Bordeaux, the city my mother left for Palestine. I felt run-down, bad about my divorce, and I thought Bordeaux would be a good place to visit. Mother had described it to me many times, I'd studied maps and photographs and thought I'd recognize buildings, parks, and squares. But it didn't work out. People were haughty and I missed the Mediterranean sun. My second day there I was sitting in a cafe, sipping a glass of wine, when suddenly I knew I had to leave. I spent a couple of days in Barcelona, then cut my vacation short. When I turned up at the office a week early everyone stared at me like I was mad.'
She was gazing at him. 'I don't know, David. There's something odd about the way you're taking all of this.' She slipped off her stool, settled herself on the floor, pressed her head against his side. 'I don't believe you're as resigned as you pretend. Tell me really how you feel?'
'Angry and humiliated. Furious.' He paused. 'As if I just had my face slapped very hard. But a funny thing, Anna: When Gideon and I were kids our mother sometimes slapped us. But she didn't do it very often, not to me, because she found out that with me it didn't work. Gideon would always respond to it. He could be counted on to behave, adapt himself to the model she set for him. But I was different. Being slapped only made me mad. And when I got mad I told myself: 'Cool down and bide your time.' ' He looked at her. 'So, you see, this case isn't finished yet.' He smiled then as he paraphrased the minister: 'There're just a few too many loose ends.'
Late that night he called Dov at home.
'We shot three rolls, right?'
'Yeah. Three.'
'Hold onto one of them, the one that's got shots of all four guys and the girl. Tomorrow take it in for processing to a commercial photo shop. While you're there, buy a new roll, same type, and stick it in your camera. When you turn in the stuff to Latsky's sergeant, make sure he gives you a receipt so all three rolls are accounted for.'
'Sounds good.'
David paused. 'Guess everyone's pretty depressed.'
'Shoshana says she's going to quit. She won't. I had the same idea but I got over it. What gets me is the timing. What happened? The investigation seemed like it was at that point, you know-just ready to take off.'
'Oh, a lot of things happened, Dov. I was stupid. I should have ordered Shoshana to run over those goons- anything to hold on to the van. Amit too. I mishandled her. Sticking some photos on some dolls wasn't enough. Should have done it like a line-up with a lot more dolls with pictures on them of people unrelated to the case. Then, if she'd picked out the same dolls, the ones that were related, we'd have had something that might have stuck.'
'You think Levin's involved?'
'Doubt it.'
'David, what the fuck is going on?'
For a few moments he didn't speak. For the entire evening ideas had been swirling in his brain. 'I think originally all they wanted to do was to get hold of Susan Mills's film. But she was a feisty nun, she wouldn't hand it over, so they put pressure on her, and once they did that they had to kill her-if they'd let her go she'd have come straight to us. Once they killed her they were in real trouble. There were other witnesses. So they decided to
