The Moses Legacy - Adam Palmer [113]
‘I’d like to speak to her alone,’ Dov had said to the senior police officer at the scene, flashing his ID in time with the request.
‘Of course.’ The officer signalled the other police there to let them leave unhindered. Only once they were inside the helicopter, where they had complete privacy, did Dov give vent to the full force of his anger… and his concern.
‘After you told me about Aryeh Tsedaka, I figured he’d come here.’
‘Who, Sarit? Figured who’d come here?’
‘Whoever killed Tsedaka.’
‘And I told you that was the business of the General Security Services, not Mossad.’
‘Not any more it isn’t. They’ve gone to Petra.’
‘What are you talking about?’
She explained about the body and the message that the high priest had left for them, written in his own blood.
‘That still doesn’t explain why you came here in the first place.’
‘I was worried that we were going to lose them. I guess I feel bad because I cocked up in Egypt. I wanted to make up for it.’
‘And it didn’t occur to you that stepping on the toes of GSS out here might cock it up even more?’
‘If I’d seen any sign of GSS I’d’ve backed off, but I didn’t. Look, it seems to me that GSS aren’t exactly on top of the situation.’
He didn’t like the way she had turned the tables on him like that. But what she had said was true.
‘The fact is, now that we’ve got ourselves involved, it gives them leverage for blaming us.’
‘Is that what this is about, Dovi? Inter-service fucking rivalry?’
‘It’s politics, Sarit. Something you have the luxury of not having to deal with!’
‘All right. Look, I’m sorry I jumped the gun and didn’t tell you what I was doing. But the fact is it’s a whole different ball game now. He’s gone to Petra and he’s got two hostages with him.’
‘I know that. I’ll get on to our contacts in Amman.’
‘Why don’t you send me out there? To work with them?’
‘Look, Sarit, I’m not going to send you to Jordan, okay? That’s final! We’ve got a liaison office out there to deal with that. I can’t send unauthorized officers without clearance from the Jordanian government – not after some of the other cock-ups we’ve had in that area.’
‘So get authorization. Tell them it’s an emergency – for them as well as us.’
‘I can’t do that, Sarit,’ he said, his tone almost apologetic.
‘Why not?’
‘Because you’re suspended.’
‘Suspended?’
‘Yes, suspended. I don’t even want to see you in the office! God knows how I’m going to clear up this mess.’
He looked at her, wondering what her reaction was going to be.
‘So what am I supposed to do? Just sit around doing nothing?’
‘You’re due for some leave anyway. Why don’t you spend some time at that kibbutz in the Galilee? The one where they have that great fish restaurant you’re always going on about?’
‘I can’t just sit around. I need some excitement.’
‘I’d’ve thought you’ve had enough of that for a lifetime.’
‘I guess it’s like what we call the hair of the dog. The only cure for too much excitement is more excitement.’
‘Then have an adventure holiday. Do some paragliding in Tel Aviv.’
‘It’s too humid on the Med.’
‘Well, stay in Jerusalem.’
‘I just said I wanted some excitement and you want me to sit out my vacation in the most boring city in Israel?’
He looked at her with a brotherly smile. ‘Are you trying to be difficult?’
‘Not really. I’m just trying to say I feel like doing some scuba diving in Eilat.’
‘Well, at least we’ve found something to occupy your time,’ he said with a sense of relief.
‘Not to mention all the excitement of driving through Palestinian territory and army checkpoints.’
Something in the way she said this alerted Dov.
‘You know… I’m not sure if I can trust you.’
‘What – to go to Eilat? You can if you fly me there in that chopper.’