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
He sat down next to her and tried to hold her hand. She drew it away from him and dabbed at her smudged makeup with a tissue, then she opened a compact case and looked at her reflection in the mirror.
“I can’t get on a plane looking like this.”
“Good.”
“Don’t get any ideas. I’m still leaving. Besides, it’s what you want. You would never tell me to leave—you’re far too decent for that—but I know you want me to go.” She snapped the compact shut. “I don’t blame you. In a strange way, I love you more. I only wish you hadn’t told me that you wanted to marry me.”
“I did,” he said.
“Did?”
“I do want to marry you, Chiara”—he hesitated—“but I can’t. I’m married to Leah.”
“Fidelity, right, Gabriel? Devotion to duty or to one’s obligations. Loyalty. Faithfulness.”
“I can’t leave her now, not after what she’s just been put through by Khaled.”
“In another week, she won’t remember it.” Chiara, noticing the color in Gabriel’s face, took his hand. “God, I’m sorry. Please forget I ever said that.”
“It’s forgotten.”
“You’re a fool to let me walk out of here. No one will ever love you the way I’ve loved you.” She stood up. “But we’ll see each other again, I’m sure. Who knows, maybe I’ll be working for you soon.”
“What are you talking about?”
“The Office is swirling with rumors.”
“It usually is. You shouldn’t pay attention to rumors, Chiara.”
“I once heard a rumor that you’d never leave Leah to marry me. I wish I’d paid attention to that one.”
She slung her bag over her shoulder, then bent down and kissed Gabriel’s lips.
“One last kiss,” she whispered.
“At least let me drive you to the airport.”
“The last thing we need is a tearful good-bye at Ben-Gurion. Help me with my bags.”
He carried the suitcases down and loaded them in the trunk of the car. Chiara climbed into the backseat and closed the door without looking at him. Gabriel stood in the shade of a eucalyptus tree and watched the car drive off. As he walked upstairs to the empty apartment, he realized he hadn’t asked her to stay. Eli had been right. It was easier that way.
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