Chapter 46
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Chapter 46Upstairs—on the fifteenth floor—exiting the elevator and opening the apartment door, the three men walked into a narrow hallway and into a living room tastefully decorated with modern furniture, a flat-screen TV, a desk on which, Samuel noticed, there was a computer. The place was inviting and the bay windows afforded an all-encompassing view of English Bay.
Mark looked around him favourably. He knew this apartment was identical to that of Talya’s, located in the next building along the street. Stepping onto the terrace, Mark’s eyes rested on the roof of the gazebo in the park below. He wondered if Sadir had chosen the apartment with its particular view on purpose or if it was just a coincidence.
The chauffeur came through the open door and went directly to the bedroom where he deposited Samuel’s suitcases on the bed.
“Thanks, Pete,” Lypsick shouted as the man went out and closed the door. “Alright, Agent Meshullam, before we leave you to unpack, we need to brief you.” He sat down on the sofa. Mark and Samuel sat on the two chairs facing him. “My name is Jack Lypsick, and as you know, this is Mark Gilford.” He nodded in Mark’s direction.
Samuel took his jacket off and draped it over the arm of the chair. He appeared more relaxed now. He knew he would have to undergo some form of interrogation, but although he knew some of the answers, he wondered what Lypsick had in mind if he didn’t provide them, or wished to remain silent. His memory of interrogatory methods used by Mossad, were not particularly appealing to him.
As for Mark, there was one question for which he hoped Samuel could provide an answer; why didn’t he kill Talya. Even though he doubted the Mossad agent had been told the whys and wherefores of that particular assignment, he was interested to hear his take on it.
On the sofa, Lypsick stretched both arms on either side of him and placed his hands flat on the cushions. “We suppose,” he began, “since you’re sitting in this apartment that your agency has brought you up to date on the reasons for you being here.”
Samuel shook his head. “No. Mossad does not give you explanations, only suggestions.”
Mark advanced in his chair. “You mean no one told you why you had to come here and...”
“No, that’s not quite correct.” Mark was sitting on the edge of his seat now. “Because we are suggested to do something does not mean we cannot ask why. We sometimes get an answer, sometimes we don’t.”
“What happened if you don’t follow the suggestions?” Lypsick seemed mildly interested as though he knew the answer already.
“You are set aside as an unwilling agent.”
“And what happened then?” Mark’s aroused curiosity appeared to be directed not only at Samuel but also at Lypsick.
“I’m sorry, gentlemen, but are we here to analyze the workings or methods used by my agency or are we here to go over your assignment?” His eyes went from one agent to the other very quickly.
“You’re right, Agent Meshullam, but we would like to know why you came to Vancouver in the first place. What was the suggestion this time?”
“Unless I can be sure my goal fits in your plans, I am not ready to divulge what my agency had in mind,” Samuel replied.
Ouch, Mark thought, he doesn’t like Lypsick and he’s not ready to open up. This is going to be more difficult than scarred faced expected. “Okay, Samuel, we know this is probably awkward for you, but if we’ve got to work together, we need to have the same goal. That’s the reason for Agent Lypsick’s question.”
“Yes, mate, I can understand that, but at this point, the fact that I’m here should tell you that I accepted to be here.”
Lypsick puckered his lips. Mark thought he was going to moo. “Were you told about this apartment?”
“No, I have no idea why you brought me here. I thought that perhaps it would be more discreet for me to live in a flat while I’m here than staying in a hotel.”
“But that’s not all, is it, Agent Meshullam?” Lypsick was all aggressiveness again. “You know this location means something to everyone involved, don’t you?”
Samuel bowed his head and bent forward. Elbows on the armrests, he folded his fingers in front of his chest. He nodded almost imperceptibly. “It is significant, yes.”
“I’d say, it’s significant,” Mark flared. “You shot a dear woman, right in front of this place! Do you remember, Samuel? Do you?”
Samuel lifted his head. “Yes, mate, it is very significant to me personally, more than you would probably ever know.”
Lypsick had been observing that little exchange with great interest. It told him Samuel harboured deep sentiment for Ms Kartz and shooting her was a suggestion he had regretted accepting. “Your ruefulness is quite touching, Agent Meshullam,” Lypsick sneered. “Are you telling us that you’re here to make amends in some ways?”
Samuel reclined in the chair, riveting his eyes on the CIA agent. “I will never be able to make amends for what I did. Whether I feel remorse or not, is not important. What is imperative, however, at this point, as I gathered during my trip, is to apprehend the man who led my agency to believe that both my victims were responsible for the death of many of my countrymen.”
That declaration, that clue, that avowal had Mark stunned into silence. He had never imagined that Mossad could have blamed Talya for shipping faulty armaments to Israel, among other things.
“Don’t look so surprised, mate; it stood to reason at the time. Even though no explanation came forth, I had time to think when I was on leave in Australia.”
Lypsick sat back. “And what did you conclude then?”
“The minute Ms Kartz eliminated Mr. Nadir...”
“But that was a bloody accident,” Mark erupted. “She saved my skin, for God’s sakes!” He was incensed.
“Yes, it was an accident, mate, you’re right,” Samuel said. “But I think Mossad was told that since she eliminated another double-agent, she was obviously working against Israel.” The words hung in the air. Mark was intent on Samuel’s face. “Since the very beginning, Ms Kartz disrupted the operations that were conducted by both our agencies.” He looked at Lypsick pointedly. “She made sure that what was to remain a way to get rid of drugs in the States and provide weapons to Israel came to a standstill.”
“But that’s because she had no idea what you were doing,” Mark snapped.
“Yes, but at the time it looked as if she was there to shut down the operations, and the fact that she was involved with a Saudi Prince, made matters worse.”
“And when Slimane began sending faulty weapons to Gaza,” Lypsick put in, “your agency probably saw it as an ultimate move to stop the arms’ supplies.”
“But more than that; when she and you, Mark, decided not to fly from Miami directly back to Canada, and then you took the road to Detroit...”
“You thought we were going to join Slimane in Flint,” Mark finished for Samuel.
The latter nodded.
“Perhaps another thing,” Lypsick said, shaking a pointed finger at Samuel, “that clenched the allegation into evidence was the fact that she recognized Slimane right off the bat when they met in Paris.”
Mark glared at the CIA man. He was compounding the accusations against Talya and Mark didn’t like it. “You mean you had us under surveillance even then?”
Lypsick nodded. “What do you think?” His distorted smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. “Slimane was still one of ours, remember?”
“Is that the reason you got Prince Abdullah out of the way?” Mark was on the right track but still confused.
“We had to throw everyone off the scent...”
“You mean, you thought Slimane was a bad egg, and tried to shift the blame on the Saudi family?”
“Mark, if I may,” Samuel cut in, “Slimane acted of his own accord. You discovered that, I’m sure. Look, if the CIA had not stopped Prince Abdullah when they did, he would be dead now. You know that too.”
“Yes, I know that too, as you say, but why not kill Ms Kartz then? You had to kill Slimane, why not her. Just tell me that!” Mark couldn’t contain his anger. For him a sacrificing bullet was better than inflicting injuries, any time.
“That’s Mossad for you, mate,” Samuel said. “You can’t imagine what she would have gone through if they had put their hands on her and brought her back to Israel.”
“You mean torture her?” Mark asked.
Samuel nodded and let out a breath. “They wanted to teach her a lesson she would never be able to forget. And believe me; I hesitated when I took aim. I could have killed her, but then since Mossad knew she was a friend of mine for years before this happened, they would have thought I was working with her.”
“You mean they would have thought you were a traitor as well?” Mark stood up and went toward the terrace door. He had difficulty believing Mossad would be as single-minded as to torture their own agents or even accuse them of betrayal without proof.
“Yes, Mark. If I had killed her, I would be rotting in one of Israel’s prison, praying for them to kill me.”
Lypsick knew the Mossad man was telling the truth. He had witnessed such torture. He remained silent.
Looking out of the bay window, Mark uttered, “Will you ever tell Talya the truth?”
Samuel sat up and looked at Mark’s back. “I will have to tell her, mate, and I want to tell her. That’s why I came back to Vancouver.”
Mark turned around. “Was that one of Mossad’s suggestions, or is it your own conscience troubling you?” The harshness in his voice was understandable and Samuel understood it.
“For nearly eight months now, I have wanted to go to her. Mossad could not force me to remain in Sydney, but they could have us both killed the minute I would have set foot back in Canada.”
“And that brings us back to Mr. Sadir’s involvement and presence in Vancouver,” Lypsick pointed out.
Mark regained his seat. “You could say that, Lypsick.”
“Okay then, let see what we have to do....”
“But before we go there...,” Samuel said hesitantly, rubbing a hand on his jacket, “would either of you be able to tell me if Prince Khalid is due in town shortly?”
Lypsick’s eyes examined the Mossad agent’s face for a moment before he replied, “Let me answer that with another question; did Mr. Sadir instruct you to come here?”
“No. I do not answer to Mr. Sadir. I have never had anything to do with the man directly. As I explained, Mossad are the only ones I receive orders from.”
“So, Sadir was not the one who ordered Slimane’s killing or the shooting of Ms Kartz.”
“He was not, Agent Lypsick, yet he was the one who instigated the two assaults. He fed Tel-Aviv with lies and assumptions that were mostly geared to clear the way from Mossad ever finding out who was responsible for the murders that occurred in West Africa and the dangerous supply of faulty weapons to my country.”
“And you’re wondering where Prince Khalid fits in, is that what you’re asking?”
“Yes.” Samuel nodded. “All I know is that he protected Ms Kartz and travelled with her during her pursuit of the truth. Apart from that, Mossad only advised me that he was coming after me to Australia. There again, I must remind you, my contact does not give me explanations, just facts and suggests a course of action.”
Mark had a hard time with this. He was used to discuss everything with Fred. “Tell me this then...” He placed his elbows on his knees and fixed his eyes on Samuel’s. “Why would Mossad believe anything an Islamic fellow would tell them? From where I’m sitting right now, it sounds as if your agency was well informed about everything and everyone. And if that was the case, and it seems to be, how come they didn’t find out anything fishy about Sadir until Agent Lypsick here opened their eyes?”
“I don’t know why, Mark.” Samuel appeared dismayed. “Believe me if they had found out he was a traitor and more than that an Islamic Radical”—Lypsick ears perked up— “he would be in Tel-Aviv with body parts missing.”
“How do you know he’s an Islamic Radical?” Lypsick blurted. “We’ve never told you he was... Can you prove your assertion?”
“This was not an assertion on my part, Lypsick, just a deduction.” Samuel had been taught to be prudent with his words.
“May I ask how you deduced this then?” Lypsick asked.
“I counted the times his actions didn’t make sense.” Mark and Lypsick looked at the Mossad agent in puzzlement. “I’m sorry. Let me explain. And please remember these are my own thoughts on what I was told or suspected.”
“Sure, sure, go ahead,” Mark said impatiently.
Samuel’s eyes travelled from one agent to the other before he resumed. “Okay. First, Mr. Sadir didn’t stop sending armaments to Israel when Mossad first suspected Slimane of treachery, he accelerated the shipping. Then, when Ms Kartz was shot, I truly believed he would have preferred her dead, since she is a Jewess and someone who could point the finger at him. After that, he apparently forced Prince Khalid’s hand in chasing me down to Australia. As soon as I received orders to eliminate the prince, I thought my agency had been coaxed somehow. Why would they want to do that now, when they had plenty of opportunities to take him out when he was in Paris? As I said, none of these things added up. They were opposite to what Mossad would generally approve of or plan.”
“Is that why you bolted?” Mark asked.
“Of course, mate, I needed to distance myself from you and the prince and confirm somehow where these orders came from. But, here again, shifting the blame onto Mossad, would have proved to the terrorists that the Americans were ready to kill an Arab prince.”
Lypsick looked down at the floor.
The guy knew before we left Washington what Sadir was up to. He could have stopped us, Mark thought.
Without ignoring what he saw in Mark’s eyes, which amounted to resentment toward the fearful rat, Samuel went on, “and hours before he was stopped and his deeds uncovered, I was told to come to Vancouver to eliminate Prince Khalid. Sadir’s goal this time was to have Israel blamed directly for the killing.”
“But that does not amount to defining him as an Islamic Radical,” Mark leaped in before Lypsick could.
“That’s because you don’t know how they work,” Samuel said.
Lypsick nodded. “Consider this, Agent Gilford, traitors merely rely on their masters to guide them or support them in their actions, but a radical, is just that; he will take matters in his own hands to demonstrate to the terrorist cell in the enemy country that he’s to be trusted to make decisions on his own.”
“And you think renting this apartment and making reservations to come here was part of a plan to spur a terrorist cell into action, right here, in Vancouver?” Mark could not bring himself to believe what his surmise implied.
“Absolutely,” Lypsick agreed with vehemence. “Sadir, for all these years, stayed quiet, merely feeding Mossad with information designed to demonstrate his neutrality, even his allegiance to Israel, while proving to his Islamic brothers what he was capable of doing, such as persuading Mossad to kill and maim two of their own.”
“He was Judah, Mark.” Saying this, Samuel snatched his jacket from the arm of the chair, got up and went to the bedroom. Mark and Lypsick stood up and followed him. “Don’t worry, I’m not hiding any weapons in my suitcases, mates. I just want to show you something... before the prince arrives.” He opened the case, slid his hand into one of the back pockets and pulled out a photograph of Talya. One of its corners was missing. He handed it to Mark, saying, “That’s the way she looked ten years ago. Life was our oyster then, as you say in America.”
“Good God!” Mark exclaimed. “She was gorgeous... I mean she is still beautiful, but...”
“She was, Mark.”
Lypsick looked over Mark’s elbow. “I’m going to get him...,” he groaned, walking out of the room.
Mark shouted after him. “How? How could you hope to get him to trial, Lypsick, now that we know he never gave direct orders to Samuel?”
“Gentlemen, please,” Samuel said, coming back to the living room. “The only one who could bring Sadir to trial is Mossad. The fact that I am here and that my assignment is to bring her back to the fold tells me that much.”
Mark stared at the Mossad man. “Was that the suggestion?”
“Yes, it was. I could not understand or see how that could be done at first, but then I met Rabbi Joshua in Fiji...”
“How does he come into this?” Lypsick asked, wide-eyed.
“He apparently is a Mossad liaison... But the point is that he told me that I should look upon Prince Khalid with a kind heart and not vengeance, which to me meant that Mossad is ready to enlist the prince’s assistance to apprehend Sadir, because they observed his kindness in protecting Talya for all these months.”
“How?” Mark repeated. “How would they intend to do that?”
Samuel pointed to the computer. “With this, I will soon be able to tell you. When my contact knows I have landed in Vancouver, and that you have made it clear to me that your goal is the same as mine, they will divulge their plan.”
“Do you still have Namlah Badawee in Ottawa?” Lypsick asked Mark suddenly.
“Yes..., but...”
“He’s an Arab,” Samuel interrupted, excited now.
“So? Why?” Mark asked.
“Because, mate, he’s another Arab and Mossad will not trust anyone they have not had a chance to observe for weeks prior to enlist their help, that’s why.”
Mark dropped into the chair and looked at Talya’s photo again. If Sadir had been standing in front of him at that moment, he would have killed him—literally.
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