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Chapters (43)
  1. PART ONE THE DOSSIER
  2. 1 ROME: MARCH 4
  3. 2 TIBERIAS, ISRAEL
  4. 3 LONDON
  5. 4 VENICE
  6. 5 TEL AVIV: MARCH 10
  7. 6 TEL AVIV: MARCH 20
  8. 7 TEL AVIV
  9. PART TWO THE COLLABORATOR
  10. 8 NEAR AIX-EN-PROVENCE, FRANCE
  11. 9 JERUSALEM
  12. 10 JERUSALEM: MARCH 22
  13. 11 JERUSALEM: MARCH 23
  14. 12 TEL AVIV
  15. 13 CAIRO: MARCH 31
  16. 14 CAIRO
  17. PART THREE THE GARE de LYON
  18. 15 MARSEILLES
  19. 16 ROME
  20. 17 BOSA, SARDINIA
  21. 18 MARSEILLES
  22. 19 SURREY, ENGLAND
  23. 20 MARSEILLES
  24. 21 MARSEILLES
  25. 22 MARTIGUES, FRANCE
  26. 23 JERUSALEM
  27. 24 TROYES, FRANCE
  28. 25 ST-DENIS, NORTHERN PARIS
  29. 26 PARIS
  30. 27 PARIS
  31. 28 PARIS
  32. 29 PARIS
  33. PART FOUR SUMAYRIYYA
  34. 30 PARIS
  35. 31 FIUMICINO, ITALY
  36. 32 JERUSALEM
  37. 33 JERUSALEM
  38. 34 TEL AVIV
  39. 35 TEL MEGIDDO, ISRAEL
  40. 36 TIBERIAS, ISRAEL
  41. 37 AIX-EN-PROVENCE: FIVE MONTHS LATER
  42. AUTHOR’S NOTE
  43. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

A hundred yards beyond the building another flight of steps rose toward the street. Gabriel, before mounting them, looked down the river to see if he had been followed but found the quay deserted. He climbed the steps and crossed the street, then made his way to the entrance of a darkened alleyway that ran along the back of the apartment houses. Had it been his first time there, he might not have found his destination, but he had walked the alley in daylight and knew with certainty that one hundred and thirty normal paces would bring him to the service entrance of Mimi Ferrere’s building.

Painted on the dented metal door, in Arabic script, were the words DO NOT ENTER. Gabriel glanced at his wristwatch. The walk from the car, as expected, had taken four minutes and thirty seconds. He tried the latch and found that it was locked, as it had been earlier that day. He removed the pair of thin metal tools from the side pocket of the satchel and crouched so that the latch was at eye level. Within fifteen seconds the lock had surrendered.

He eased open the door and looked inside. A short, cement-floored corridor stretched before him. At the other end was a half-open door, which gave onto the lobby. Gabriel stole forward and concealed himself behind the second door. From the other side he could hear the voice of David Quinnell, offering the Nubian doorman twenty pounds to push his disabled car from the street. When the conversation fell silent, Gabriel peered around the edge of the door, just in time to see the robes of the Nubian flowing into the darkness.

He entered the lobby and paused at the mailboxes. The box for apartment 6A bore the label: M. FERRERE. He mounted the staircase and climbed up to the sixth floor. The door was flanked by a pair of potted palms. Gabriel pressed his ear to the wood and heard no sound from within. From his pocket he removed a device disguised as an electric razor and ran it around the edge of the door. A small light glowed green, which meant the device had detected no evidence of an electronic security system.