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Chapter 19
Chapter 19Jack Lypsick had found a flat on the Manly Corso—a promenade and shopping mall connecting the harbor to the beaches on the other side of the small peninsula—on the floor above a little hardware shop. Although no one looking at him would have thought the man was meticulous or even caring about cleanliness, Lypsick was in fact bordering on obsessive compulsive disorder. He cleaned and scrubbed the flat until he was satisfied that no speck of dirt or any remnant of the passage of previous tenants remained. He had bought some furniture; nothing much since he didn’t expect to stay in the place for more than six months—a year at the most. A few days following his conversation with Herbert Parsimon, he decided to contact David Bernstein. The director of Mossad had told him never to ca
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