Today’s
excerpt is from Father Mulligan, Book #8 of the nine-book Asps Series. Sir Alistair, Chief of MI6, wants to get his
hands of Hans Fugleman in the worst way.
Enjoy and have a wonderful day.
m.j.
While
Tony was bringing Sir Alistair up-to-date about what had happened to Larijani,
Sir Alistair interrupted, “Tony, old chap, we’re in league with some sly
devils. In a round-about manner, I just
received word a while ago stating the Israelis had snatched Larijani—but the
Government there claims no knowledge of the matter.”
Tony
laughed. “Jim told me they spoke Hebrew
when talking amongst themselves while in Larijani’s house. His wife and two daughters both heard
them…must have recognized the language.
Nice touch. I would wager a few
pounds very few in Israel even know Larijani is there, as we speak.”
Tony
continued the summation of his conversation, until he reached the point of the
attempted raid on the Telman home. When
he mentioned the name of Hans Fugleman, he was amazed at the response from Sir
Alistair, who turned red in the face, swelled up like he was about to explode,
then shook with anger. After Sir
Alistair composed himself, he got up from his desk before he walked over to one
of the many pictures in his office. He
walked over to Tony and handed him the picture.
Tony, of course, had seen it before, but had no idea who the lady in the
picture was. He simply mumbled,
“Beautiful young lady, Chief.”
“Yes,
she was. My younger sister, eight years
my junior. She died at the hands of Hans
Fugleman. I had heard he was
dead—obviously mistaken information. I
won’t tell you the condition she was in when we found her body. Nearly ended my career in the Service. I wanted to go after him; no holds
barred. I was forbidden by the
then-Chief from doing so. I nearly quit,
to take care of the matter on my own.
Somehow I was talked into staying the course. But if he is alive, I want him!”
The
Chief took the picture back from Tony, replaced it, and walked back behind his
desk. He sat down, then called Jim. “Jim, I have a favor to ask. When you run down Fugleman and are finished
with him, I’d like him—alive, please. I
have a matter to settle with him. It’s
personal.”
Jim
nearly got a chill from the ice in the Sir Alistair’s voice. “Yes, of course. We’ll make every effort to take him
alive. My plan for now, as far as
Papoulias is concerned, is to let him stew in his own juices for a while. Maybe separating Fugleman from him will add
to his discomfort. If we get a chance at
him, we’ll nab him alive for you—I’ll make damned sure we get the chance.”
“Thank
you. Thank you for agreeing without
knowing why.”
“No
problem…you’d do the same for me.”
Sir
Alistair agreed, then told Jim in detail why he wanted Fugleman. He ended the story when he swallowed and
added, “My sister was raped, gutted—her body showed many signs of torture. She was in the Service at the time.”
Jim
sighed when Sir Alistair finished. He
asked, “Do you mind if he gets a bit of rough treatment before we hand him over
to you?”
“Not
at all. But please leave his testicles
to me. By the way, he ran with two other
Stassi sorts when he fled East Germany, just before it fell…Erich Stoph and
Manfred Pieck. I believe—but do not know
for certain—they were involved in the death of my sister. If so, Fugleman was still the ringleader, so
to speak. I would be more than pleased
if they would meet their demise…but do not need to be present when it happens.”
“Understood.”
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