THE FIRST thirty minutes of the drive Carter spent on the telephone. When the lights of Zurich appeared out of the mist at the northern end of the lake, he hung up the phone and looked at Gabriel.

“Sarah will be on the ground at Ramstein Air Base in less than an hour. She’ll be taken to an American military hospital there for a complete examination.”

“What does your doctor say?”

“Her condition is as you might expect. Abrasions and contusions to her face. A slight concussion. Damage to her left eye. Deep abdominal bruises. Two cracked ribs. Two broken toes. I wonder why they did that.”

“They dragged her down the stairs to the cellar.”

“Oh, and the hypothermia. I suppose she got that from riding in the trunk. All in all, things could be a lot worse.”

“Make sure you have someone with her,” Gabriel said. “The last thing we need now is Sarah inadvertently spilling our secrets to the doctors at Ramstein.”

“Fear not, Gabriel. She’s in good hands.”

“She says she talked.”

“Of course she talked. Hell, I would have talked.”

“You should have seen the room.”

“Frankly, I’m glad I didn’t. That sort of stuff isn’t my cup of tea. I sometimes find myself longing for the good old days of the cold war, when torture and blood weren’t part of my business.” Carter looked at Gabriel. “I suppose it’s always been part of yours, hasn’t it?”

Gabriel ignored him. “She told them everything to buy time. The question is, did Muhammad manage to report any of what she told them to his superiors before we arrived?”

“You got his notebook?”

Gabriel tapped the breast pocket of his leather jacket.

“We’ll debrief Sarah when she’s recovered.”

“She might not remember everything she told them. She was filled with drugs.”

They drove in silence for a moment. Despite the early hour, there was morning commuter traffic on the road. Industrious Swiss moneymen, thought Gabriel. He wondered how many of them worked for companies linked however tenuously to AAB Holdings of Riyadh, Geneva, and points in between.

“Do you think they’re going to let me on this plane, Adrian?”

“Gustav assures me we’ll have no problems with our departure.”

“Maybe not you, but I have a colorful history here in Zurich.”

“You have a colorful history everywhere. Don’t worry, Gabriel. They’ll let you on the plane.”

“You’re sure your friend Gustav will keep it quiet?”

“Keep what quiet?” Carter managed a weary smile. “We have a cleanup team en route to Uri as we speak. Gustav will keep the property secured until they arrive. And then…” He shrugged. “It will be as if nothing ever happened.”

“What are you going to do with the bodies?”