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

fact that I was far away from the real action and the fact that I had a new focus, didn’t mean that I could allow myself to disconnect from the rest. I had to work on both places, which had become a familiar modus operandi lately. To try and find Gail and take her away from all this was one goal, and the work tasks my second goal. So, I grabbed my phone from the dresser, sat on the creaking bed and dialed.

“We have made use of our sources from the known cells and there is not even a hint,” declared Musstafa Allimi. I knew that Musstafa hadn’t slept well either in the last couple of days. He may have managed to take a nap for an hour here or there in the relaxation room.

“It’s not good,” I answered. “It means that we are dealing with a completely new cell.”

“That’s correct… And that’s why I need your office.” Musstafa Allimi sounded tired, just like me. “I need you to open the intelligence agency’s doors of the Jordanian, Lebanese, Egyptian, Turkish… we’ll add Morocco to the list, and actually every Muslim country prepared to cooperate with us. We need to get the data that they may have on suspects who have disappeared and may have arrived in the United States with a false identity.”

“I will add Israel to the list as well. The Mossad has a very accurate source of information of its own.”

“Any clue can help us here.”

“What about the wiretapping in the mosques?

Allimi laughed or smirked or groaned. It sounded like a mixture of everything. He said, “We didn’t get permission for that.” He added drily, “Yet.”

“The new law, hey?”

“I am sure that it will pass eventually. Profiling will become illegal.”

“So, who have you arrested in the meantime?”

“From the list of suspects, we arrested Gazi Nazar. He is in the middle of fundraising. But all his documents prove that he is collecting money to open a new community center and offices for the Hezbollah in Venezuela. We have arrested a suspect for questioning, not on the list. He is associated with Al Qaeda, Hezbollah and Hamas and so far, nothing.”

“Have you released him yet?”

“No. He is still here for another twenty-four hours. We will try to make the most of it.”

“Don’t all these plans remind you of something?

“Sheikh Omar El Abdul in the Nineties… The plans to blow up all the Jewish shops in New York City.”

I smiled humorlessly. He really knew his stuff. “Do you think someone else might have adopted this plan?”

After a moment of silence Allimi asked, “Do you suggest we start questioning the Jewish community as well? Maybe there are radicals who wish to stir public sympathy for Israel?

“I suggest we keep all our options on the table. Including militant factors for the flag of the ‘Lions’, The Makers Church, The National Alliance. Let’s check which of them spread out soldiers lately or received early Christmas gifts or escalated the level of hatred towards the Jews and Israel.”

“I will broaden my search. We will add more content monitoring to social networks.”

“And I will make sure you have access to the other agencies.”

The next call was to Gordon. Instead of a ‘hello’ he asked, “Where the hell are you?” I wondered if I heard a mixture of anger and concern in his voice and thought that if he had pursued me at another time, he may have succeeded.

Ever since I’d rejected him, it had become harder to work with him.

I answered, “I’m investigating some information concerning drugs and prefer not talking about it in the meantime.”

“What happened?” I heard contempt in his voice. “Have you lost your Mossad man?”

“Lost?” I was slightly amazed, “Why would I have lost him? Actually, he is right next to me. Would you like to speak with him?” Gordon was quiet on the other side of the line. I smothered a smile and continued, “Musstafa Allimi is requesting to pull strings in the foreign intelligence agencies. We need them to cooperate and put some pressure on those who aren’t so keen to cooperate. You should start with Egypt and Jordan. You may need to put a bit of pressure on Lebanon, Turkey and Morocco. In this case, David Gideoni from Israeli’s Mossad will be happy to cooperate. Any name that they give will be investigated, any hint they provide must be checked. We have a massive terror attack and our only lead has disappeared.”

“I will get on to it right away.” His usual patronizing tone had disappeared.

“And Gordon…” I suddenly remembered, before I hung up, “Please try and accelerate the court order that Allimi requested. Someone has to listen in on the leading mosques.”

Guy Niava,

Motel room, November 12, 2015, 9:35 p.m.

At around ten thirty I heard heavy footsteps coming up the stairs and the landlady’s voice explaining something. The young Mexican girl, who had brought us the equipment not available at the old man’s store, was exceptionally beautiful and most probably young enough to suit one of the landlady’s sons. I understood enough, to hear her invite the girl for breakfast tomorrow morning. I opened the door before she even managed to knock on it and stood in the doorway. In my left hand behind me, I held a knife and with my right hand, I reached out to collect the bags.

“Gracias,” I said and pulled out a ten dollar note from my pocket.

She lifted her hand and signaled ‘no’ with her finger. And just in case added a movement of her head and repeated ‘no’ a couple more times, as if her life depended on it. I kept on holding up the note and in the end, with a shy smile she took the ten-dollar bill.

Now I could have a quick shower and get into bed. Sleep had become a necessity.

I had managed to sleep slightly more than three hours, when I heard hushed whispers from the lower floor. Immediately afterwards, I heard the noise of the creaking