“I’m not interested in shopping, I’m interested in talking to people. How would you get into this Bursa?”

“I haven’t the faintest idea.”

“Then how do you know it’s not open to the public?”

“I just know.”

Decker held his head. “Mr. Quixotic. Just call me Don.”

“You need to get into the Bursa?”

“I need everything. Davidson gave me a week to find the boys in Israel. I told him I had police contacts when in fact I have nothing. I also told him I had a translator named Rina. I hope I have that.”

“Of course I’ll help you.” She placed the baby on the floor and sat on the bed beside him. Hannah busied herself with the fringes on the bedspread. “I was only planning to be gone for two nights because of the baby—”

“Oh shit! Just forget it. Hannah comes first.”

“Peter, we’ll all manage for a week,” Rina said. “I just have to make some calls. And don’t worry. Israel’s a very small country. Don’t worry. I’ll get you contacts.”

He looked at her with amazement. “You can find me police contacts?”

“I know quite a few people, honey. I’ll swing something. As a matter of fact, I had a friend whose brother was with the Jerusalem police. We even went over to his house for Shabbat once. I remember we all walked to the Old City that afternoon, davened maariv at the kotel, and watched the sun set, the stones of the wall turning fiery gold.”

Decker hesitated, then said, “Who’s we?”

Rina suddenly blushed. The room fell quiet except for Hannah’s babbling. Decker took his wife’s hand. “This trip, Rina. Is it the first time you’ve been back since Yitzchak passed away?”

Slowly, she shook her head. Her voice was soft. “I’ve been back since. Right before I returned to Los Angeles, before I returned to you…I took a quick trip there with his parents. To visit the cemetery.”

“You never told me.”

“I thought it would have upset you.” She studied her husband’s eyes. “Would I have been right?”

Decker blew out air. “Yes, honestly…it would have upset me—back then. But it wouldn’t upset me now. If you want, we can visit his grave together. Least I could do for you…for the beautiful sons he produced.”

“He’s buried in Bnei Brak. That’s right outside Tel Aviv. Are you sure you’ll be okay with it?”

“I’ll be fine. I hope the boys…” He laughed to himself. “What a can of worms. You want to tell them or should I?”

“I’ll handle it. I’m sure you have enough on your mind right now.” Rina stood. “You finish packing and look after Hannah while I find the passports.”

“You made arrangements for Hannah?”