Massive Attack (A Guy Niava Thriller Book 1) by Dana Arama (diy ebook reader TXT) 📕

anyone. To be on the safe side, if God is too busy, we will be listening round the clock. In any case, don’t let the professor get away from you.”

“I am back on his trail. There are already forces here which have been diverted south. Besides the helicopter, a couple of teams in vans have joined the search and quite a number of agents. If they can’t manage to control the car, they will stop him another way.” On one hand, I wanted to be in the north where all the action was starting. On the other hand, I was the only one who could take the place of my brother, the professor.

“Hang in there,” Gideoni said, and disconnected the call.

I choked back a yawn, put the helmet on my head and begun the last stretch necessary to catch my brother, before beginning the game of my life.

Laura Ashton

Even before the most important competitions in my life, I’d never felt such adrenaline before. It was what had been keeping me going in the last few hours. That and the coffee, because when I thought about it, I should have collapsed already. Maybe it was the adrenaline that caused me to jump when I heard the phone ring. Beyond the glass wall, Linda looked at me in surprise, and her lips mouthed, “Is everything okay?” I raised my hand in assent, and then answered, “Laura Ashton.”

“It’s David Gideoni. I have good news. Yassin is in New York.”

I sat, dumbfounded, and thought, ‘How dare he admit that he is working on US soil!?’ Instead of jumping at his throat, I asked, “What brings you to such a conclusion?”

“An informant in England told us that Yassin demanded his wife and son join him. They flew out of England and are about to land in New York.”

The information came from the Continent, which slightly calmed me. “He is on his way south,” I answered with certainty. “Yassin Graham is on his way to Florida.”

“He won’t get there. His wife and child are supposed to land in New York, and they need to be followed!” He repeated his words in the same hoarse, serene voice.

I got up from my chair and it rolled back until it hit the wall behind me, “You are out of line here,” I said tersely, into the phone. “I can’t move my forces at the drop of a hat from one place to another. This is the United States. Cities are hours apart! And I don’t have unlimited manpower. Also, people have been asking if this whole attack is just an Israeli fairy tale.”

“Listen to me,” he sounded relaxed, and I wished I could be just as laid-back. My recent conversations had disrupted all my plans. But Gideoni continued along the same line. “If Yassin is not involved, and, taking into consideration that he has a few private jets, why would he fly his wife and child in a plane owned by someone else? The answer is that he is afraid of being traced.”

“Who is the friend?” I asked and, knowing the answer he would give me before he spoke, I listened to him say “Swenson” in a funny kind of accent. But it wasn’t funny at all.

“Of Swenson shipping? There was no connection between them the first time we looked, and now you’re saying there is a connection.”

“How far back did you look? Because Colin Swenson, the grandson of Mudrich Swenson, is one of Yassin’s groupies. Another bored kid with a personality disorder and too much money.” There was revulsion in his voice.

“Too much money means another team to check more commercial ties.” Despite the physical distance between us, his feeling of revulsion was contagious.

“You can rely on this connection. It is a waste of personnel. You only need one team now to go south to help Guy and the rest need to be in New York.”

“Guy can’t operate here. He is on a tourist visa. The only reason I allowed him to participate up till now is because of his similarity to the professor. He is not --”

“You are right, of course,” he interrupted my words, and the argument that may have arisen. “He won’t operate on US soil beyond the task you assigned him to, which is to take the professor’s place. But I would be happy if there was someone close by that both of us could reply upon.”

I thought about Jonathan Niava and how happy he would be to see Guy. In fact, I would be happy to see him too, but he was needed down south. I asked, “What do we do with the professor? He is getting closer to his destination.”

“Pick him up. Stop him. Don’t let him meet with anybody. Yassin Graham is not on his way down south, but it doesn’t mean that your assumption was wrong. He really could have malicious intent with the Israeli satellite or with our scientists.”

I waved Linda over. She had been watching me intently on the other side of the glass wall. She walked over, and I said, “Notify the helicopter team that they need to make the switch over immediately.”

She opened her eyes wide in astonishment. “Aren’t we going to wait to hack his systems to make the switch?”

I signaled no and continued my conversation with David Gideoni. “Tell me all the things the Mossad has cooked up and how you know the wife and child are on their way here.”

“Not only are they on their way to Yassin, but they have a flu virus incubating in their bodies. By the time they arrive, they will have become patient zero, and the flu will spread to whoever is in contact with them. Hopefully that includes Yassin and his team.”

“And then? How will that help? The flu will pass on and…? What about Jonathan Niava? Who is going to take care of him when he gets infected?”

“When that happens, Yassin will look for a doctor to care for them all and we will make