The New Girl. Daniel Silva

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      “My enemies are in Moscow and Tehran. Yours are much closer. Which is why I want nothing to do with this. Show the demand note to the French, give them everything you have. They’re good,” said Gabriel. “I should know. Thanks to Saudi ideology and Saudi money, I’ve been forced to work closely with them on a number of counterterrorism operations.”

      Khalid smiled. “Feel better?”

      “I’m getting there.”

      “I can’t change the past, only the future. We can do it together, you and I. We can make history. But only if you can find my daughter.”

      Gabriel slowed to a stop and contemplated the tall robed figure standing before him in the starlight. “Who are you, Khalid? Are you the real thing, or was Omar Nawwaf right about you? Are you just another power-mad sheikh who happens to have a good public-relations strategist?”

      “I’m as close to the real thing as Saudi Arabia will allow at this time. And if I am forced to renounce my claim to the throne, there will be dire consequences for Israel and the West.”

      “That much I believe. As for the rest of it …” Gabriel left the thought unfinished. “You’re to say nothing to anyone about my involvement. And that includes the Americans.”

      With his expression, Khalid made it clear he did not appreciate diktats from commoners. Exhaling heavily, he made a subtle change to the arrangement of his ghutra. “You surprise me.”

      “How so?”

      “You’ve agreed to help me. And yet you’ve asked for nothing in return.”

      “One day I will,” said Gabriel. “And you will give me what I want.”

      “You sound very sure of yourself.”

      “That’s because I am.”

       12

       JERUSALEM

      GABRIEL’S MOTORCADE WAS WAITING ON the tarmac at Ben Gurion Airport when the Gulfstream touched down a few minutes after midnight. Sarah accompanied him to Jerusalem. He dropped her at the entrance of the King David Hotel.

      “The room is one of ours,” he explained. “Don’t worry, we switched off the cameras and the microphones.”

      “Somehow I doubt that.” She smiled. “What are your plans?”

      “Against all better judgment, I’m going to undertake a rapid search for the daughter of His Royal Highness Prince Khalid bin Mohammed.”

      “Where do you intend to start?”

      “Since she was kidnapped in France, I thought it might be a good idea to start there.”

      Sarah frowned.

      “Forgive me, it’s been a long day.”

      “I speak French very well, you know.”

      “So do I.”

      “And I attended the International School of Geneva when my father was working in Switzerland.”

      “I remember, Sarah. But you’re going home to New York.”

      “I’d rather go to France with you.”

      “That’s not possible.”

      “Why not?”

      “Because you traded the secret world for the overt world a long time ago.”

      “But the secret world is so much more interesting.” She checked the time. “My God, it’s late. When are you leaving for Paris?”

      “The ten o’clock El Al to Charles de Gaulle. These days, I seem to have a standing reservation on it. I’ll pick you up at eight and take you back to the airport.”

      “Actually, I think I’ll hang around Jerusalem for a day or two.”

      “You’re not thinking about doing something foolish, are you?”

      “Like what?”

      “Making contact with Mikhail.”

      “I wouldn’t dream of it. Besides, Mikhail made it abundantly clear he’s very happy with what’s-her-name.”

      “Natalie.”

      “Oh, yes, I keep forgetting.” She kissed Gabriel’s cheek. “Sorry to drag you into all of this. Don’t hesitate to call if there’s anything more I can do.”

      She climbed out of the SUV without another word and disappeared through the entrance of the hotel. Gabriel dialed the Operations Desk at King Saul Boulevard and informed the duty officer of his intention to travel to Paris later that morning.

      “Anything else, boss?”

      “Activate Room 435 at the King David. Audio only.”

      Gabriel killed the connection and leaned his head wearily against the window. She was right about one thing, he thought. The secret world was much more interesting.

      IT WAS A FIVE-MINUTE DRIVE from the King David Hotel to Narkiss Street, the quiet, leafy lane in the historic Jerusalem neighborhood of Nachlaot where Gabriel Allon, despite the objections of his security department and many of his neighbors, continued to make his home. There were checkpoints at either end of the street, and a guard stood watch outside the old limestone apartment building at Number 16. As Gabriel alighted from the back of his SUV, the air smelled of eucalyptus and, faintly, of Turkish tobacco. There was little mystery as to the source. Ari Shamron’s flashy new armored limousine was parked along the curb in the space reserved for Gabriel’s motorcade.

      “He arrived around midnight,” the guard explained. “He said you were expecting him.”

      “And you believed him?”

      “What was I supposed to do? He’s the Memuneh.”

      Gabriel shook his head slowly. He was two years into his term as director-general, and yet even the members of his security detail still referred to Shamron as “the one in charge.”

      He headed up the garden walk, entered the foyer, and climbed the brightly lit stairs to the third floor. Chiara, in black leggings and a matching black pullover, was waiting in the open door of the apartment. She appraised Gabriel coolly for a moment before finally throwing her arms around his neck.

      “I should go to Saudi Arabia more often.”

      “When were you planning to tell me?”

      “Right about now.” He followed Chiara inside. Scattered across the coffee table СКАЧАТЬ