The rental-car signs were in English as well as Hebrew. It made him feel a little more comfortable. He pushed the recalcitrant cart toward the brightly lit cubicles. At least the weather was accommodating—slightly overcast skies, but mild. They had landed in daylight. Just a half hour later it was dusk approaching dark with a vengeance.

He said, “They don’t have much of a twilight, do they?”

Rina said, “We’re in a different part of the world. But rental cars are the same throughout.” She pulled out a paper contract from her oversized purse. “Wait here. I’ll get us our car.”

Decker followed her into the tiny office anyway. He needn’t have bothered. He couldn’t understand a word she was saying. The man behind the desk was short, squat, bald, and very dark. He nodded as Rina spoke. Then he screamed “Yossi” into an intercom.

Decker said, “Everything okay, Rina?”

“Hunky-dory. He’s calling Yossi. Yossi’s going to take us to the car lot.”

“Where’s Yossi?”

“That’s what we’re trying to figure out.”

Decker said, “By the way, do you know where I could get a gun?”

At the mention of the word gun, the rental-car man jerked his head up and stared at Decker with suspicious eyes. Rina quickly said some mollifying words. Decker caught one of them—mishtarah. Rina turned to him.

“Will you please be careful? Most people understand English—at least enough to know what a gun is.”

“I thought there was a peace process going on.”

“There’s a process going on. Peace is a relative term. What is the significance of arming yourself? Are you anticipating something you haven’t communicated to me?”

“Are you deliberately using obtuse words to obfuscate our receptionist?”

“Exactly.”

“Then we shall converse on the said subject later. What does mishtarah mean?”

“Police. Why?”

“Someone in LA has been going around impersonating a police officer,” Decker said. “He calls himself Detective Mishtarah.”

“An Israeli,” Rina said.

“Gold,” Decker answered.

And Rina remembered why they were there. Two boys were missing and Shaul Gold was looking for them. At the moment, Peter didn’t know if Gold was a redeemer or a murderer. She suddenly realized what it meant to Peter to be without his Beretta.

“I’ll find you some armament.”

“Something so I don’t feel so vulnerable.”

“Ah,” Rina said. “It looks like Yossi has arrived.”

“Mazel tov,” Decker said. “Let’s get out of here.”

The car was a Subaru and Decker was the sardine. He drove, knees to the wheel, while Rina navigated. The night was moonless, the expressway poorly lit, and Decker had to strain his eyes to make sure he was in the correct lane. At least the roads were in good shape—better infrastructure than LA. The airport was a hop from the city of Tel Aviv.

“Which exit do I take?”