CHAPTER FOURTEEN
9:45 a.m. Israel Time (2:45 a.m. Eastern Standard Time)
Tel Aviv, Israel
“Sayeret Matkal,” Trudy Wellington said.
They were all sitting in Luke’s hotel suite at the Hilton. The room was on the fifteenth floor, and the balcony had a panoramic view of the Mediterranean Sea. The accommodations were good. The bed was king-sized and comfortable. Within minutes of entering the room, Swann had found a listening device inside one of the table lamps. Luke was sure there were others.
“Watching me, watching you,” Swann had said, before reassembling the lamp.
Luke shrugged. It didn’t matter. Who was the enemy around here, anyway?
They had ordered up some room service, and once again the food was okay—hotel food, sort of Israeli, sort of American, sort of nothing at all. Ed had
