Chapters (43)
- PART ONE THE DOSSIER
- 1 ROME: MARCH 4
- 2 TIBERIAS, ISRAEL
- 3 LONDON
- 4 VENICE
- 5 TEL AVIV: MARCH 10
- 6 TEL AVIV: MARCH 20
- 7 TEL AVIV
- PART TWO THE COLLABORATOR
- 8 NEAR AIX-EN-PROVENCE, FRANCE
- 9 JERUSALEM
- 10 JERUSALEM: MARCH 22
- 11 JERUSALEM: MARCH 23
- 12 TEL AVIV
- 13 CAIRO: MARCH 31
- 14 CAIRO
- PART THREE THE GARE de LYON
- 15 MARSEILLES
- 16 ROME
- 17 BOSA, SARDINIA
- 18 MARSEILLES
- 19 SURREY, ENGLAND
- 20 MARSEILLES
- 21 MARSEILLES
- 22 MARTIGUES, FRANCE
- 23 JERUSALEM
- 24 TROYES, FRANCE
- 25 ST-DENIS, NORTHERN PARIS
- 26 PARIS
- 27 PARIS
- 28 PARIS
- 29 PARIS
- PART FOUR SUMAYRIYYA
- 30 PARIS
- 31 FIUMICINO, ITALY
- 32 JERUSALEM
- 33 JERUSALEM
- 34 TEL AVIV
- 35 TEL MEGIDDO, ISRAEL
- 36 TIBERIAS, ISRAEL
- 37 AIX-EN-PROVENCE: FIVE MONTHS LATER
- AUTHOR’S NOTE
- ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
The changing of the surveillance cars provided a welcome break in the tedium of the watching. The Ayin had perfected the sequence so that it unfolded with the precision of ballet. The replacement car would approach the entrance of the payage from the south. The old car would back out and drive off, then the new car would slide into the empty space. Once, the two Ayin purposely tapped bumpers and engaged in a convincing shouting match for the benefit of any watchers from the other side. There were always a few tense seconds when the old camera went black and the new one came on line. Gabriel would order any necessary adjustments in the angle and the focus, and then it would be done.
Though Gabriel remained a prisoner of Fidelity, he ordered Dina and Yaakov to behave as ordinary tourists. He pulled double and triple shifts at the screen so they could eat lunch in a quayside restaurant or tour the outer reaches of the city by motorcycle. Yaakov made a point of driving the escape route at different periods of the day to familiarize himself with the traffic patterns. Dina would shop for clothing in one of the boutique-lined pedestrian streets or don a swimsuit and sun herself on the aft deck. Her body bore the marks of the nightmare on Dizengoff Square, a thick red scar across the right side of her abdomen, a long jagged scar on her right thigh. On the streets of Marseilles she shrouded them with clothing, but aboard Fidelity she made no attempt to conceal the damage from Gabriel and Yaakov.
At night Gabriel ordered three-hour shifts so that those who were not watching could get some meaningful sleep. He soon came to regret that decision, because three hours seemed an eternity. The street would grow quiet as death. Each figure who flashed across the screen seemed filled with possibility. To relieve the boredom, Gabriel would whisper greetings to the Ayin officers on duty in the esplanade in front of the Palais de Justice—or he would raise the duty officer on the Operations Desk at King Saul Boulevard on the pretext he was testing the satellite connection, just so he could hear a voice from home.