CHAPTER SIX
Jerusalem, Israel
Two days later …
Professor Yitzhak Cohen packed his briefcase and turned out the lights in his office, suppressing a yawn. He had stayed late at the Hebrew University in Jerusalem, working hard on correspondence with some of his colleagues. The murder of Professor Hale had put them all on edge.
Of course, he hadn’t used his office computer. He had used a laptop he had bought for cash from a dodgy dealer in Gaza, loaded up with Tor through a VPN and communicating via Telegram. His two boys thought he was computer illiterate. How they would be surprised.
You had to be computer literate if you wanted to dodge the Israeli government. If they had any idea the Ark really existed, they’d do anything to get it, and governments could not be trusted.
Sending up a
