24The pot bubbled noisily behind me. I braced myself against the counter, waiting.
Van Hoof stared at me silently for fifteen seconds. Then he pulled off the dish cloth and tossed it down next to the knife. He dropped into the chair beside Erika and said to her, “She’s right about the Israelis. We can have no further contact with them.”
“Agreed,” she said.
“You?” I asked Erika. “You’ll keep on with van Hoof?”
Erika moved in her chair.
“You will,” I said flatly. “The two of you, on your own, without the Mossad to back you up. Impossible. How can you find out where Krüger is?”
“Holger Sorensen is on his way,” she replied.
“The Father-Major’s no match for Reinhardt Krüger. You don’t need a desk jockey getting in the way. You need a larger force and more resources.”
“That’s why Holger’
