“This little baby enables you to see anything in pitch dark. It's the latest technology, made in Israel,” he added with unconcealed pride. “This is a compact, lightweight, handheld night binocular combining night vision with a laser range finder and a digital compass enabling accurate azimuth and inclination and elevation measurements.”
Eric gave it a brief, slightly jealous look and said, “OK, let's continue.”
“What about the utility company's junction box?” asked Shimon.
“It's next to the fourth building down the road. We could yank it off in no time,” said Tom. “It'll black out the entire block. The switch is mechanical, not electronic, so we can't make it look like the power failure originated from a different location. I think their repair team could be on the scene within thirty minutes of the power failure. We'll give them a drill later on tonight in another location to check their response time.”
“Shimon, under the worst-case scenario how long would it take to enter the bank building in the dark and with the alarm system immobilized?”
“About ten minutes if we take the roof-entry option,” said Shimon. “I'll climb the tree to the roof and, from there, to the third-floor window. If there are any alarm systems they could have a battery backup, so they could still be working. But in my experience many alarm systems go off in a blackout, so people are kind of used to it. Anyway, we'll try to shut down the alarm when we go in.”
Jeff added, “We also planned a decoy operation in another bank down the block, Bayerische Hypotheken und Wechsel Bank. We're trying to learn how to trigger their alarm system. It's electronic and linked to a monitoring control center. We want them to think there's a break-in and send the police in that direction. The street leading to that bank is not directly connected to the street on which Guttmacher's bank is located, and any police-car movement would be in the opposite direction. The sirens would also tell people that the police are on the way without knowing that they're on the wrong way. We'll monitor their waveband.”
“Now we're getting somewhere. Avi, you and Jeff need to talk logistics,” said Eric. “You two can work at the dining table. Speaking of which, is anyone hungry?”
“Good timing,” I said. “I'm starved. I haven't eaten all day.”
I grabbed Benny by his arm. “Let's you and me be the pickup and delivery boys.” We made a quick list of orders and left. It was time for Benny and me to talk.
T he rule was to leave the apartment one by one, making sure nobody was in the hallway, and then use different building exits. We met and talked only a block away after checking for watchers.
“Let's find a kosher place,” I said to Benny. He said nothing but I knew he appreciated my suggestion. He kept kosher; he wouldn't eat otherwise.
“I know a good one on Reichenbach Street,” he said. Although it wasn't far, we took a cab. The place was bustling, many of the men wearing yarmulkes and beards. I saw Benny's eyes widen when he ogled the plates full of mouthwatering, cholesterol-laden delicacies. We placed our orders for takeout.
Benny caught me off guard. “I think you're angry at me for withholding recent information about DeLouise,” he said in a tone that indicated it was all right with him.
“No, I'm not angry, I'm surprised or disappointed. More of one than the other. I'm not sure which.”
Benny gave me his no-nonsense, sharp-eyed look.
“I couldn't tell you that Dov Peled, aka Raymond DeLouise, made a surprise contact with us after thirty-three years. You know the rules. Need-to-know basis. Even if you were still in the organization, I couldn't have told you unless you needed to know.”
I sat there silently. I knew he was right, but somehow I had hoped that our friendship and common past would be stronger than these rules. I had to realize that even a strong friendship was a matter of degree in this business.
“At least can you tell me if you have Mina Bernstein? I hope that isn't information classified on a need-to- know basis. Even if it is, I need to know.”
“No need to be sarcastic, Dan. Yes, we do. We sent her back to Israel. The lady wouldn't be safe here until Ariel was found.”
I was moderately relieved. Lack of any elaboration by Benny showed me that maybe Mina didn't tell them about the safe-deposit box. Otherwise he would have asked me for a copy of its contents.
“Why did DeLouise call you?” I asked.
“He didn't call me personally. The duty officer forwarded his call to the unit controlling agents operating on foreign lands.”
“What did he want?”
The waiter called our number and we went back to the counter to pick up the order. It smelled great: brathachen (fried chicken), klopse (meatballs), bratkartoffeln (the German roasted potatoes), apfelmus (thick applesauce), doboschtorte (a seven-layer cake with mocha cream), and bread rolls, which in southern Germany are called semmeln. At the last minute Benny ordered kalb schnitzels, breaded veal cutlets on rolls.
I had an instant recollection of my mother's kitchen. These were the same mouthwatering smells, only without her smiling at me and saying, “Come, I prepared your favorite dish, sit down and enjoy.”
“Let's go,” I said. I wanted to continue the conversation outside the restaurant. We stood at the street corner. I zipped up my coat. The sky was clear and the light wind chilled the air.
“What did DeLouise want?” I asked again.
“He needed help. He said that a Colombian drug cartel was after him for some documents implicating them in massive money laundering in the U.S. He said he couldn't call the police because he was wanted by the U.S. Justice Department over the failure of his bank and he was afraid of being extradited to America if he contacted any European police.”
“Couldn't he use his Israeli identity? The U.S. wouldn't have had INTERPOL broadcast an international lookout for someone named Dov Peled. INTERPOL was looking for Raymond DeLouise.”
“Apparently he wasn't sure whether the U.S. government knew about his additional identity. He couldn't risk it.”
“Why did he think the Mossad would help him?” I became curious.
Benny hesitated as a cab drew up. “Let's get in,” he said, in a transparent effort to cut the subject off.
“No, let's walk; it's only a mile or so. We need to clear this up before we get back to the others. Did it have anything to do with his service for the Mossad in the French nuclear installation?”
Benny turned. “Fine, let's walk if you insist. I need the exercise.”
We went on for a while, but Benny said nothing.
“So?” I urged.
“I see you know about his past. So why are you angry at me?”
“Because I thought we were friends. You could have tipped me off about his phone calls to the Mossad.”
“That's the whole point. I couldn't because it might have compromised other things. You know that. Don't forget I wasn't talking to my friend Dan Gordon, I was talking to Dan Gordon who works for the American government.”
“I don't have conflicting loyalties,” I said. “What I learned in the Mossad I keep a secret, and what I learn during my service for the Justice Department I give the same level of confidentiality and loyalty. In my line of work there's no conflict between Israel and the United States; on the contrary, there's a joint interest.”
“I respect your integrity,” said Benny, perhaps feeling that he'd hit a raw nerve. “I'd never doubt that. There's no need to be defensive.”
“So DeLouise was cooperating with the Mossad? Is that it?” I continued, satisfied with Benny's clarification.
“No,” he said decisively, “definitely not. He said that if he was caught by the Colombians they'd kill him, and if the Americans found him first he might be interrogated and the fact that he was planted in France by the Mossad could surface.”
“So he wanted the Mossad's help in return for his silence? Is that all?”
“Generally yes,” said Benny, relieved that I seemed to be satisfied by this. “He was subtly blackmailing the Mossad. We weren't going to be blackmailed, not by him or anyone else.” Benny sounded determined.
“My God. So you people terminated him,” I said in disbelief.
“No,” countered Benny, “of course we didn't. We don't do our own people, you know that.”
