“In Zurich. He’s not finished, Gabriel.”
“What did he say?”
“He’s going to hit the Vatican again.”
36.
TWO OF NAVOT’S WATCHERS managed to make it south over the Italian border before the weather closed the mountain passes. The other two went east into Austria. Navot himself joined with Moshe and went to Paris to throw a security net around Hannah Weinberg. Gabriel took Sarah to the private airstrip outside Zug. They sat like lovers as he drove, Gabriel with his arm around her shoulder, Sarah with her wet face pressed against the side of his neck. It was 4:30 when the plane rose into the clouds and disappeared. Carter and Gabriel were not on it.
“All right, Gabriel, I’m listening.”
“Sarah saw bin Shafiq in Zurich. He told her he was going to hit the Vatican again.”
Carter swore softly beneath his breath.
“Your president is in Rome today, is he not?”
“He is indeed.”
“What time is he due at the Vatican?”
“High noon.”
Gabriel looked at his wristwatch.
“There’s a shuttle between Zurich and Rome that leaves on the hour. If we hurry, we can be on the seven- o’clock plane.”
“Drive,” said Carter.
Gabriel started the car and headed for Zurich. Carter called CIA Headquarters and asked to be connected to the chief of the U.S. Secret Service.
THE FIRST thirty minutes of the drive Carter spent on the telephone. When the lights of Zurich appeared out of the mist at the northern end of the lake, he hung up the phone and looked at Gabriel.
“Sarah will be on the ground at Ramstein Air Base in less than an hour. She’ll be taken to an American military hospital there for a complete examination.”
“What does your doctor say?”
“Her condition is as you might expect. Abrasions and contusions to her face. A slight concussion. Damage to her left eye. Deep abdominal bruises. Two cracked ribs. Two broken toes. I wonder why they did that.”
“They dragged her down the stairs to the cellar.”
“Oh, and the hypothermia. I suppose she got that from riding in the trunk. All in all, things could be a lot worse.”
“Make sure you have someone with her,” Gabriel said. “The last thing we need now is Sarah inadvertently spilling our secrets to the doctors at Ramstein.”
“Fear not, Gabriel. She’s in good hands.”
“She says she talked.”
“Of course she talked. Hell, I would have talked.”
“You should have seen the room.”
“Frankly, I’m glad I didn’t. That sort of stuff isn’t my cup of tea. I sometimes find myself longing for the good old days of the cold war, when torture and blood weren’t part of my business.” Carter looked at Gabriel. “I suppose it’s always been part of yours, hasn’t it?”
Gabriel ignored him. “She told them everything to buy time. The question is, did Muhammad manage to report any of what she told them to his superiors before we arrived?”
“You got his notebook?”
Gabriel tapped the breast pocket of his leather jacket.
“We’ll debrief Sarah when she’s recovered.”
“She might not remember everything she told them. She was filled with drugs.”
They drove in silence for a moment. Despite the early hour, there was morning commuter traffic on the road. Industrious Swiss moneymen, thought Gabriel. He wondered how many of them worked for companies linked however tenuously to AAB Holdings of Riyadh, Geneva, and points in between.
“Do you think they’re going to let me on this plane, Adrian?”
“Gustav assures me we’ll have no problems with our departure.”
“Maybe not you, but I have a colorful history here in Zurich.”
“You have a colorful history everywhere. Don’t worry, Gabriel. They’ll let you on the plane.”
“You’re sure your friend Gustav will keep it quiet?”
“Keep what quiet?” Carter managed a weary smile. “We have a cleanup team en route to Uri as we speak. Gustav will keep the property secured until they arrive. And then…” He shrugged. “It will be as if nothing ever happened.”
“What are you going to do with the bodies?”
“We have more than secret detention facilities in eastern Europe. They’ll get a proper burial, which is more than they deserve. And maybe some day, when this war without end is actually over, we’ll be able to tell one of their relatives where they can claim the bones.” Carter smoothed his mustache. “You have one, don’t you?”
“What’s that?”
“A secret cemetery? Somewhere out in the Jordan Valley?”
Gabriel took a long look into his rearview mirror but said nothing.
“How many bodies, Gabriel? Do you remember?”
“Of course I remember.”
“How many then? The team needs to know where to look.”
Gabriel told him. Two in the four-wheel-drive. Two in the clearing in front of the chalet. One in the first-floor window. One in the second-floor window. Two in the center hall. Two at the bottom of the stairs. And Muhammad.
“Eleven men,” Carter said. “We’ll run their names. We’ll find out who they were and what they were planning. But I think it’s safe to assume right now that you took down a major cell tonight, along with a very senior man in bin Shafiq’s operation.”
“We didn’t get the one we wanted.”
“Something tells me you’ll find him.”
“At least two of them were Europeans, and Uzi heard one of them speaking in a Swiss-German accent.”
“I’m afraid they’ll be buried with the jihadists. I suppose it’s how they would have wanted it.” Carter glanced at his watch. “Can’t you drive any faster?”
“I’m going eighty, Adrian. How much did you tell the Secret Service?”
“I told them we have alarmingly credible evidence that the forces of global jihad are planning to attack the president at the Vatican this afternoon. Heavy emphasis was placed on the words ‘alarmingly credible evidence.’ Secret Service got the message loud and clear, and I hope to have a moment or two with the president later this morning. He’s staying at the ambassador’s residence.”
“He might want to consider canceling.”
“That isn’t going to happen,” Carter said. “The Vatican is now the most visible symbol in the world of the dangers of Islamic terrorism. This president isn’t going to pass up a chance to reinforce his message on that stage.”
“He’s going to get an earful from Lucchesi.”
“He’s ready for it,” Carter said. “As for security, Secret Service is already making arrangements with the Italians to change the president’s travel plans. Coincidentally, they were thinking about it
