Benny sensed what was going on.
“You certainly were on top of things, weren't you?” said Benny. “Now tell us how you got the file.”
“DeLouise left it for Ariel. I found her in Moscow, and it's some of what I got for my trouble.” I looked at Benny and figured he was wondering what else I got.
“Tell me more,” said Benny. “I know this guy,” he said to the others. “He needs to be asked.”
“Ariel said she went to Moscow on her own, after reading the letter her father had left her with details of his scheme. Apparently he felt that his rivals were closing in on him. Your earlier theory about DeLouise's ploy checks out. Ariel gave me the same story. He was definitely planning to double-cross the Iranians. He was going to rip them off and trade the information they gave him for a sweetheart deal with the U.S. government. He hoped that the material he'd turn over to the U.S. would be so good that they'd forgive him and allow him to go back to the States with only a slap on the wrist, rather than prosecuting him on felony charges and sending him up for a long prison term. I think that the documents I found confirm his expectations.”
“So what about Ariel?” asked Benny. “How does she fit into this?”
“Ariel said that after she learned that her father had been murdered she was certain it was an Iranian plot and decided to expose them, their Soviet suppliers, and their nuclear plans. I have doubts about that story, though.”
“Who put it into her head?” asked Benny.
“The connection was detailed in her father's notes, and for Israelis, all Iranians are villains,” I said. “Anyway, to carry out her plan she needed to meet with some Soviets who were willing to sell nuclear materials to the Iranians. But while Ariel is a very smart lady, she is an amateur in intelligence operations and basic security, and before long there was an attempt to kidnap her in Moscow.” I didn't raise the possibility that I was the intended target of the car chase and the shoot-out. “I think it was only the beginning,” I continued. “My suspicion is that she attracted the attention of at least two groups of bad guys. Frankly, I don't even know if the attack was connected to her father or to her own plan. I didn't need to find out; I simply got her out of Moscow that same evening.”
“What proof do you have that there were two groups after her in Moscow?” asked Eric.
“I don't,” I corrected him. “That's why I said that I have suspicions, not proof. One of them could be a group of rogue scientists, probably backed by the Russian Mafia, and the other could be the Colombian group, although I don't know if they still have their original agenda.”
Benny chipped in. “If the Colombians are the ones who chased Ariel to Moscow and made the kidnap attempt at the hotel and later during the car chase, then it might indicate that their original goal when they kidnapped her in Munich was not achieved. We could also assume that the papers they were after are so important that they'd send somebody after them all the way to Moscow.”
“I think so too,” I agreed. “On the other hand I didn't like what I heard from Ariel about her connection in the Soviet Union. Based on her description of her local contact, and maybe also the guy I manhandled, it's possible that they are from Azerbaijan, Kazakhstan, or another neighboring Soviet Asian republic. These guys shoot first and ask questions later, and then you don't understand what language they used. It's possible they either wanted to hold her for ransom or to get a better deal on their goods. Under any circumstances I concluded that she had no business being there.”
I handed Eric a short report I had written about Igor. “These are the details. You may want to do something about it.”
I caught Eric off guard. “Who?”
“Igor Zurbayev, the contact of DeLouise whom Ariel called in Moscow.”
Eric nodded, said nothing, and put the report in his file.
“Next on the agenda is Ariel's meeting with Guttmacher,” I said. “She wants to see him, and I need your input on that.”
“Why?” asked Eric.
“According to DeLouise's letter to Ariel, Guttmacher is holding documents for her, supposedly a road map to her father's money. I don't trust this guy, and I think he has his own agenda. That's why I need to hear your thoughts about a meeting between these two before the break-in.”
“What do you recommend?”
“I tend to think that Ariel should not be allowed to meet him. Not now. She's not safe here, she's already been victimized three times, and until this matter clears up, I think she'd be better off at home in Israel.”
“That's her interest,” said Eric. “What's ours?”
“That should be obvious,” I said, trying to hide my anger at his callous attitude toward her safety. “A meeting with Ariel could alert him. She could talk, mention me or the new kidnap attempt – she might scare him off. Once she goes to meet him, she's out of our control. I don't think Guttmacher should be given a reason or opportunity to review the DeLouise situation now. He may remove the file; take it home, what have you. There's no urgency in having Ariel meet Guttmacher just now, so I suggest that she return to Israel and meet him another time.”
Eric said, “Benny?”
“I think Dan is right. We don't need any distractions here. She might talk. Send her home.”
Although Eric eventually agreed with Benny's and my conclusions, I still didn't like his attitude. He was the kind of person who'd throw a drowning man both ends of a rope.
“OK, guys,” I said as I got up, “I'm tired; I'm going back to the hotel. Call me when things get hotter.”
Eric managed to surprise me. “The operation is scheduled for Saturday night. The center of command will be located in a suburban safe house. Be ready at your hotel at 4:00 P.M.”
“OK,” I said, not showing my excitement. I turned to Benny and said in Hebrew. “Call me later,” and left.
I went back to my hotel room and fell asleep easily. I'd gotten a lot off my chest.
The following morning I saw a note inside my door. A single sentence written in Hebrew: “Where are you?”
I went to the dining room and saw Ariel waiting for me. She was a knockout in a close-fitting dark blue business suit with a white blouse.
“Good morning,” I said as I sat down next to her. “Sleep well?” I paused a moment. Her clothes told me where she thought she was heading, so I had to make a move.
“Where are you going so dressed up?”
“To meet Guttmacher,” she said.
“You haven't talked to him, have you?”
“No, you said no phone calls. Is there a problem? I need to see what my father left with that man.”
“Yes, there's a problem.” I turned serious. And I meant it. “I've spoken to some people and they don't think it would be a good idea for you to remain in Munich, even for one day and an important meeting. Remember, you were already kidnapped once, and we know it's connected to your father. There were two more attempts in Moscow, and we don't know who's responsible for that either.”
“What are you saying?” she asked, with mounting anxiety.
“I'm saying you must pack and leave Munich now. Go back home; you'll be safe there.”
“And what about you?”
“I'll stay here until we resolve all the questions. Please, go back. Believe me, it's the only way – for now.”
“Did you know this when we were in London? I guess you only wanted me here to get the file. And I was stupid enough to think that you had other reasons.”
“Please, Ariel,” I said. “You couldn't be more wrong. I led you here because I was too blind to see the risks you're exposed to. I admit I wanted the file. I wanted you near me as well. You know that, don't you? But now I've got to think only of your best interests. I'm sorry if you think I misled you; I meant well. Please bear with me. There are only a few remaining pieces to the puzzle and then we can put this whole thing behind us. I promise.”
There were tears in Ariel's eyes. She didn't offer any words and I didn't know what else to say. If she was upset at me for using her to get to the file, it was just a passing shower before the storm I'd be caught in when she found out the real truth about who I was and why I had looked for her.
