“How long will you be gone?”
“A week, two at the most.”
“Are you coming back?”
“Of course I’m coming back!” She kissed Inge’s cheek and handed her a cup of coffee. “My flight leaves in two hours. Sit down. I need to talk to you about something.”
They sat in the salon. Leila said, “A friend of mine is coming to Amsterdam tomorrow. His name is Paul. He’s French. I was wondering if he could stay here for a few days until he finds his own place.”
“Leila, I don’t-”
“He’s a good man, Inge. He won’t try anything with you, if that’s what you’re worried about.”
“I know how to take care of myself.”
“So you’ll let Paul stay here for a few days?”
“How many days is a few days?”
“A week, maybe.”
“And what do I get in return?”
Leila reached into her pocket, pulled out a small bag of white powder, and held it in front of her between her thumb and forefinger.
Inge reached out and snatched it from her. “Leila, you’re an angel!”
“I know.”
Inge went into her bedroom and pulled open the top drawer of her dresser. Inside was her kit: pack of syringes, candle, spoon, length of rubber to tie around her arm. She cooked the drug while Leila packed the last of her things. Then she loaded the drug into the syringe and carefully slipped the needle into a vein in her left arm.
An instant later her body was overcome by an intensely pleasant sensation of numbness. And the last thing she remembered before slipping into unconsciousness was the sight of Leila, her beautiful lover, slipping out the door and floating across the deck of the houseboat.
FOURTEEN
Bayswater, London
Randall Karp, formerly of the Office of Technical Services, Langley, Virginia, lately of the dubiously named Clarendon International Security, Mayfair, London, arrived at Gabriel’s flat in Sussex Gardens in the still moments just before dawn. He wore a fleece pullover against the morning cold, pale blue jeans, and suede sandals with the thick woolen socks of an outdoorsman. From the end of each spiderlike arm hung a canvas duffel bag, one containing his kit, the other the tools of his trade. He set down his bags in the living room with an air of quiet complacency and appraised his surroundings.
“I like what you’ve done with the place, Gabe.” He spoke with a flat Southern California accent and, since Gabriel had seen him last, had grown a ponytail to compensate for his rapidly encroaching baldness. “It even has the right smell. What is it? Curry? Cigarettes? A bit of spoiled milk? I think I’m going to like it here.”
“I’m so pleased.”
Karp moved to the window. “So, where’s our boy?”
“Third floor, directly above the entrance. White curtains.”
“Who is he?”
“He’s a Palestinian who wishes to harm my country.”
“I could have figured that out myself. Can you elaborate? Hamas? Hezbollah? Islamic Jihad?”
But Gabriel said nothing, and Karp knew better than to press. Karp was a consummate audio tech, and techs were used to working with only half the picture. He had achieved legendary status within the Western intelligence community by successfully monitoring a meeting between a Russian and an agent in Prague by attaching a bug to the collar of the Russian’s dog. Gabriel had met him in Cyprus during a joint American-Israeli surveillance of a Libyan agent. After the operation, at Shamron’s suggestion, Gabriel hired a yacht and took Karp for a sail around the island. Karp’s seamanship was as good as his surveillance work, and during their three-day cruise they built a professional and personal bond.
“Why me, Gabe?” said Karp. “Your boys have the best toys in the business. Beautiful stuff. Why do you need an outsider like me to do a simple job like this?”
“Because our boys haven’t been able to do a job like this lately without getting their fingers burned.”
“So I’ve read. I’d rather not end up in jail, Gabe, if you get my drift.”
“No one’s going to jail, Randy.”
Karp turned and gazed out the window. “What about the boy across the street? Is he going to jail, or do you have other plans for him?”
“What are you asking?”
“I’m asking if this one’s going to end up in an alley filled with twenty-two-caliber bullet holes. People have a funny way of ending up dead whenever you come around.”
“It’s a straight surveillance job. I want to know who he’s talking to, what he’s saying. The usual.”
Karp folded his arms and studied the angles. “Is he a pro?”
“He seems to be good. Very disciplined on the street.”
“I could try a windowpane pickoff, but if he’s a pro he’ll take countermeasures and make life miserable for us. Besides, the laser is not very discriminating. It reads the vibrations of the glass and converts them into sound. Traffic makes the glass vibrate, the wind, the neighbors, his CD player. It’s not the best way to do it.”
“What do you want to do?”
“I could get his telephone from the subscriber interface box.”
“The subscriber interface?”
Karp raised his hand and pointed toward the block of flats. “That metal box on the wall just to the left of the entrance. That’s where the British Telecom lines enter the building. From there, the lines branch out to the individual subscribers. I can put a rather simple r/f bug on his line right there. It would transmit an analog signal, and we could listen to his phone conversations from here with an ordinary FM radio.”
“I need room coverage, too.”
“If you want good room coverage, you’re going to have to get inside his flat.”
“So we’ll get inside his flat.”
“That’s how people end up in jail, Gabe.”
“No one’s going to jail.”
“Does our boy have a computer?”
“I assume so. He’s a part-time student.”
“I could Tempest him.”
“Forgive me, Randy, but I’ve been out of the game for a few years.”
“It’s a system that was developed by a Dutch scientist called Van Eyck. The computer communicates with the monitor by transmitting signals over the cable. Those signals have frequency and can be captured by a properly tuned receiver. If he’s doing business on the computer, we can watch him from here. It will be like standing over his shoulder while he works.”
“Do it,” Gabriel said. “I want his work phone too.”
“Where does he work?”
“A restaurant on the Edgware Road.”
“An r/f bug will never be able to transmit from the Edgware Road to here. The path loss is too great. I’ll need to set up a repeater-a relay point between the restaurant and here to boost the signal.”
“What do you need?”
“A vehicle of some sort.”
“Will a car do?”
“A car will be fine.”
“I’ll get you one today.”
