Christopher transferred the call, and it rang on Lemmy’s desk.
“ Yes?”
“ Herr Horch?”
“ Speaking.”
“ Have I reached the right person?”
“ There is no other banker in Zurich with my name, if that’s your concern.”
“ Good. Are we alone?”
“ I’m alone in my office. As to the open international phone line you’re calling on, we might as well be shouting at each other across Bahnhofstrasse.” Lemmy switched his computer to the video portal.
There was hesitation, as if the caller was framing his sentences with great caution. “You saw the news from Paris?”
“ I watch CNN like everyone else. How can I help you?”
“ It’s about E.W. You know who he is?”
“ What is this about?”
“ He’s been confined.”
“ Yes?”
“ He ordered me to call you, tell you to launch CFS.”
“ Say again?” Lemmy looked at his computer screen and saw Christopher at his desk, holding the receiver to his ear, his hand on the mouthpiece.
“ E.W. wants you to launch CFS. I don’t know what it means.”
“ Neither do I,” Lemmy lied. “You called the wrong number. This is a bank in Zurich. We don’t launch anything. Good day.”
“ Wait! You transferred the money-”
Lemmy hung up. On the screen he saw Christopher put down his receiver. Why was his assistant listening in on the conversation? Lemmy put the thought aside. The message from Israel was more important right now. Elie had looked sick at their last meeting, and his order to get rid of Herr Hoffgeitz and expedite the takeover of the bank had implied the urgency of a man whose time was running out. And then he had phoned Armande and scared him into a heart attack. And now this! The order was clear. Launch CFS! Launch Counter Final Solution!
How was he supposed to launch it? The money was within reach, but what about an organizational chart, detailed plans, lists of agents? Everything had been Elie’s exclusive domain. He had hinted about sleeper agents, ready to activate at any time. But how was Lemmy supposed to find their names and contact information? Perhaps someone else would soon be activated, ordered to make contact. For now, it was clear that his task only was to penetrate Herr Hoffgeitz’s veil of secrecy and take possession of the Koenig account. Perhaps that’s what Elie had meant with his order.
*
Bira’s home was in Ramot, a suburb of two-story homes built of roughly cut Jerusalem stones. Her oldest son, Yuval, was home on leave from the army. There were three other children-two girls in their teens and a nine-year- old boy who walked around the house wearing Yuval’s red beret.
As they sat down for an early dinner, the doorbell rang. Bira went to the door and returned with Gideon. He was introduced to everyone. The girls giggled and whispered in each other’s ears.
Tanya led Gideon to the small garden in the back, where they sat at a white plastic table. Three bicycles in different sizes leaned against the wall near a barbecue grill covered by a piece of stained gray cloth. A fence with climbing vines separated them from the next house, but the back of the garden was open to the east, where arid hills stretched all the way to the glistening lights of a distant Arab village.
Tanya rubbed her hands to warm up. “Isn’t it good to be home?”
“Mom’s happy.”
Bira brought a pitcher of fresh grape juice and cookies. She poured the juice into plastic cups. “Why don’t you stop by the university tomorrow? A Bedouin man has brought us a piece of clay with Aramaic writing. He found it near the Dead Sea. We’ll start a dig as soon as I can find financing.”
He watched Bira return to the house. She was tall and big-boned, with shoulder-length blonde hair. “She doesn’t look like you,” he said.
“More like her father.”
“You did a good job raising her alone.”
“We weren’t alone. Mossad is like a big family. We moved often, different assignments, but she got a lot of love and grew up fine.”
“ That’s an understatement”
“ I always marvel,” Tanya said, “how natural it seems to raise kids with a loving partner in a busy home, to pursue an interesting career and worry about soccer practice and monthly bills. To me it seems like a miracle.”
“ Thanks for the hint.” Gideon sipped juice. “You didn’t invite me here to discuss my love life or Dead Sea excavations, right?”
Tanya rested her elbows on the plastic table. “We have a problem with Elie Weiss. He didn’t give us any info last night in Paris, and now the Shin Bet has him. We’re trying to locate his human assets abroad so we can run them under Mossad. We’re also curious about his source of funds. But we can’t find anything.”
“Elie never shares information. He doesn’t trust anyone. Keeps it all in his head.”
“ Was there another safe apartment in Paris?”
“ I don’t know.”
“ How about a safe deposit box in a bank? Did you drive him somewhere or pick him up in a certain location?”
“ Even if I knew, I wouldn’t tell you.”
“Listen, I understand. He’s a scary man.” Tanya looked at Gideon for a long moment. “After the war, alone with a small baby, I was so afraid of Elie Weiss that I joined the Mossad to hide from him.” She gestured at the three bikes leaning against the wall. “It’s a different world now. And Elie’s locked up. Retired. You don’t have to be afraid of him any longer.”
“I’m not afraid of him,” Gideon said. “I’m loyal.”
“ Your loyalty should be to Israel, not to Elie Weiss.”
“ I don’t see the difference.”
“ There’s a big difference! A long time ago, Elie Weiss was legitimate. He started under Ben Gurion, building up the Special Operations Department right out of the prime minister’s office. The idea was to control homegrown insurgents, such as ultra-Orthodox fanatics and religious fundamentalists, by planting moles in every yeshiva and sect. But the law required all domestic-security operations to come under the Shin Bet. Elie was never a team player, so in sixty-seven he moved SOD operations to Europe.”
“ Serving the State of Israel.”
“ His agents think they work for Israel, but they-and you-work for a rogue outfit.”
“ Elie said that all SOD assignments come from Prime Minister Rabin personally. Did he lie?”
“ Even the prime minister can’t legitimize unauthorized assassinations!” Tanya took a deep breath, calming herself. “Mossad is the only government agency authorized to conduct secret operations abroad. We are entitled to his agents and resources.”
“You’re wasting your time. I work for SOD. Elie took me in, you didn’t.”
“But Elie is out,” Tanya persisted, now that Gideon had implied being silent out of loyalty, not out of ignorance. “Why let his life’s work go to waste-the agents, the funds, the contacts? You must do the right thing!”
“Will you hire me as a full Mossad agent?”
“You think Mossad is so glamorous? You’ll spend the next thirty years in anonymity, in constant temporariness, away from family and friends, sleeping in cheap hotels and buying information from the slime of the earth. And you won’t be able to tell your friends that you’re sacrificing your life for them. That’s what you want?”
“Yes.”
“I won’t do it,” Tanya said. “I’ve ruined enough lives. I won’t ruin yours.”
“Mom?” Bira showed up with the phone. “It’s for you.”
Tanya listened as one of her subordinates in Paris reported on the investigation of Abu Yusef’s murder, which headlined every news program in Europe. “Make reservations for me,” she said. “I’ll fly to Zurich first thing in the
