Today’s excerpt is from, The
Saltwater Connection, Book #6 of the Janitors Series. Dan and Janet get the first real lead on who
is kidnapping women in the U.S. and forward a picture of a man believed to be
involved to Jim. Jim in turn seeks the
help of Mossad. Enjoy and have a great day.
m.j.
A matter of
minutes later, Jim was talking to Benjamin (Ben) Schiller, the number two man
in the Mossad—the Israeli lead intelligence organization. “Ben, we just e-mailed you a picture. We’re gonna run it through our computer,
looking for a match, but thought you might have a clue as to who the guy is
and, if not, you could run it through your computer.”
“Okay, Jim. Hold on while I check the e-mail.”
Less than a
minute later, Ben was back on the line.
“Search over. Where is this
jackass?”
“The picture was
taken in Los Angeles . Who is he?”
“One Mahfouz
Atif, a well-known member of Hamas. We
deported him about a year ago. He was
one of those idiots holed up with Arafat when we blew his headquarters all to
hell. Mossad wanted to eliminate those
guys one at a time with ‘accidents’ once they were living at their final
destinations. The PM said no.”
“Doesn’t sound
like the Prime Minister I know and love.
Why the reluctance?”
“Politics. Anyhow, we were keeping close tabs on the
whole bunch of them. Atif slipped
away. The young agent assigned to watch
him is now cleaning toilets in Mossad headquarters, and she will continue to do
so for the foreseeable future.”
Jim
chuckled. “Seems you guys are big on
cleaning toilets.”
“Come again?”
“I seem to
remember you being threatened with the same sentence when you withheld a piece
of information concerning me in the not-too-distant past.”
“Oh, yeah. Anyhow, again, you have a nasty piece of work
on your hands in this guy. Make every
effort to ‘nail’ him. In fact, I’ll
offer some help if you can get it cleared with the brass in Washington .”
“Thanks for the
offer, but for now I think we’ll try it on our own. If I need help, I’ll call…with approval of the
aforementioned brass.”
“Good luck.”
“Thanks. Talk to you later.”
“Right. Let me know if you get him. See ya.”
After ending the
call, Jim looked around at his team and sighed.
“His name’s Mahfouz Atif. He’s
Hamas.”
Drew nodded and
frowned. “Shit.”
Boris Telman, an
ex-KGB agent who had opted to retire in the U.S. and wound up becoming a member
of the Janitors, shook his head. “Hamas
running around here doing bad things was to be expected, I presume. But this is not a happy development in the
‘war on terror.’ I think we best corral
this lad—without delay—and ask him a few not-too-polite questions.”
Jim nodded. “Okay, let’s do some more brainstorming. First, I better call Dan Orf back and bring
him up to date and let him know what he’s up against…warn him to proceed with
caution.”
Jim called
Dan. “Dan, old pal, you’ve got yourself
into a shit storm. The guy in the
picture you sent is a Hamas terrorist.”
“That
complicates things, I’d say. I had a
sick feeling he might be something like that, from the looks of him. Got any suggestions, or advice?”
“Dan, why don’t
you sit tight for the next little bit and let us kick it around here. Maybe we can work together on this, if you’re
game.”
“I’m game. Dealing with terrorists is something I’m not
experienced with…in my present surroundings.
Do you have any ideas what these guys are doing with the women?”
“None that I
like. For now that question really isn’t
key. What we’ve got to do is try to
anticipate what their next move’ll be.
How about I get back to you in the morning?”
“Sounds
good. Talk to you later.”
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