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

“Isn’t it something one can learn?”

“My little Kurd was the queen of spices. I remember the smell of her hands and the yellow of the cumin that stuck to her skin.” And with the same intonation, as if still trapped in his memories, he asked, “What about my weapons?”

“Where is the boy I left in your care?”

“He is in a safe place.” He smiled. “Did you know his father is a scientist?”

A rollercoaster of thoughts and speculations raced through my head. I tried to maintain a calm tone as I reacted. “I didn’t get that far with him in my investigations. Which field is he in?”

Yassin said, “In the beginning I thought the kid just didn’t want to answer, but after a while I realized that he really didn’t know. He doesn’t fucking know.”

“Have you left him in good condition? You do remember that you have to return him to me tomorrow,” I somehow managed to form a crooked seemingly calm smile.

Yassin didn’t answer but carried on speaking as if I hadn’t interrupted him at all. “Having no choice, I had to pull some strings of my own and found out some interesting details about the Israeli scientists living in the United States. Apparently about a quarter of the scientists are biology researchers, and maybe more than that are mathematicians. And there are physicists and astrophysicists. The rest are computer scientists. And the boy’s father…” He stopped to emphasize the dramatic information, “Well, of all the fields, he chose to research fucking satellites.”

“Okay...” I answered neutrally and waited for the bombshell.

It arrived immediately after he got up. “It gave me the idea to hit an Israeli satellite and that means...” He started pacing the room. “It’s fucking exciting me, everything that is going to happen here.”

“What’s going to happen here?” His excitement was contagious and everyone around him had begun smiling. I found him frightening.

“I am going to buy the boy from you.”

“I am sorry,” I put a sad look on my face and shook my head. “The boy is not for sale.”

That didn’t deter Yassin, “Everything is for sale!” he declared. “The question is only how many zeros after the first digit.”

Guy Niava,

El Desconocido’s office, November 14, 2015, 12:30 p.m.

Zorro said in Hebrew, “You are aware that as soon as we are out of here, he’ll call his partner and warn him, right?” Her accent was pretty sexy. I answered, “Yes. I realize that.”

“Do you have a plan to handle it?”

“Let’s concentrate on how to get out of here alive.” I smiled at her, not taking my gaze from everyone else in the room.

Laura joined the conversation with her broken Hebrew and said, “His boss look from sky on us.”

It took Zorro a minute to understand her meaning. “Is she right? Is Gideoni following us via satellite at this moment?”

“Is it important if she is right or not?” I asked. I took a step back and looked through the curtain. The men outside were running around, drawn guns. The situation was quickly escalating

“It is important to me to know that you are not planning on killing him!”

“We have no intentions of killing him,” I confirmed. “We just want to monitor his phone calls to see who he notifies. It will help us locate them.”

“Did you plan this from the beginning?”

“I promised you he would be kept alive.” I returned my attention to what was happening in the room. “My promise carries weight.”

Zorro laughed. “You are leaving him alive because it suits your plans…. and apparently your plans suit mine.”

“I suggest,” Laura interrupted, “that we take my sister. Maybe I could persuade her on the way to come back home.”

“He would never agree to that,” Zorro answered her. “And he knows very well why.”

“That is not true. He knows I will never let you hurt my sister.”

Zorro sneered, “Don’t try to stop me. I already have a bullet with your name on it.”

“She could be our get out of jail card….”

Zorro smiled, “Well that’s something to think about.” The tension in the air grew tauter every second. I knew we couldn’t stay in this situation much longer. Either there would be an attack from outside the room or a mutiny on the inside. We needed El Desconocido’s consent to leave in peace.

“Good idea,” I agreed. I looked at El Desconocido and said, “Raphael…can I call you Raphael?”

He seemed amused. “The circumstances prevent me from calling you a welcomed guest, but you are a guest, nonetheless. Call me Raphael.”

“We told you from the beginning and I am saying it again: we have no interest in you. We have received the information we came for and we want to get out of here as soon as possible.”

“The door is open,” he indicated with a sweeping hand. “Go.”

“I wish things were so simple,” I said. “We will take Gail with us to the border and then we will let her go.”

“You are endangering my people, and Gail is a key person in my organization now. You are putting her at risk, and expect to get out of here without any guarantee?”

“Guarantee?” I asked.

“Leave her sister,” El Desconocido said.

“If Gail is dear to you, you would want her sister to look out for her. We are not leaving a guarantee, but I can promise you that because of the information you have given us, the Israeli Mossad won’t hunt you down.”

Zorro added, “You know my stories, Raphael, you know that being hunted by the Israeli Mossad is like being hunted by the Angel of Death.”

And Laura added, “I am willing to give you information on a mole in your organization, for a few hours with my sister.”

“Gail, do you trust your sister to look out for you?” he asked, still looking at me.

Gail stared at Laura and Laura returned her gaze. The silence in the room was interrupted by the cries outside to break into the room. We all held our breath. Our peaceful exit out of here was