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| CIA: Donovan - Shalom Jerusalem By LMVT |
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| Ben Gurion International Airport, Israel Marisca had surprised Frank with her Lear Jet that was available for their use to Israel. He had thought that was one asset she had rid her self of like her condo at Trump Towers. But low and behold, it was at the private airfield at Dulles International Airport in D.C. She had insisted the group take the Lear for convenience in transporting their equipment and also it was private so they could take Rexy with. The puppy was far too young to leave and on such notice it would be doubtful a dog sitter could be arranged. So Marisca and Frank took turns piloting across the Atlantic and North Africa finally arriving at Ben Gurion at five the next day with the time change. The airport was the only International airfield in the country but it was equidistant between Tel Aviv on the west and Jerusalem to the east. Donovan decided it was safer you have the plane at the International airport then Jerusalem which was a more conflicted area. Once on the ground Frank rented a minibus from Israel Car Rentals and after loading bags, people and puppy they started for the city, which was thirty-five minutes away. It was a colder winter that year as it was usually in the 50’s and 60’s in Tel Aviv and the 40’s in Jerusalem but when they arrived shortly after sunset it was 15 degrees. That day had been in the low 30’s and it was expected to snow which it did in that country on occasion. “I thought it was hot in Israel?” asked Cody as he sat in the very back of the minibus with Rexy. “Only during the late spring and summer” replied Frank as he drove on the highway. “The roads are better than Illinois’s,” remarked Jake, as Israeli roads were some of the best in the world like the states. “Do they have toll ways?” “No, not here. Marisca, are you hungry?” Frank asked only his wife, as he would base his decision on stopping for dinner on her reply. “I’m always hungry, baby,” she said slyly and he glanced at her and she winked seductively. “Yeah, me too” he answered her sexual innuendo. “We’ll go to my favorite place Abu Shukri for hummus and cheeps. I’m dying for some good hummus.” “What’s hummus and cheeps?” asked Alex as she sat, enjoying the ride and being out of the states again. “It’s chickpeas chopped in to a paste with garlic and lemon. You eat it with pita usually but at Abu’s you dip their chunky French fries and eat it. We call the big fries ‘cheeps’ like the British, but exaggerated” Donovan stated. “I’ve never had hummus before” interjected Marisca. “You’ve been in this area before. How could you avoid it?” laughed Frank as hummus was a fast food and very popular. “I thought it was kind of like poi in Hawaii which I detest! So I just avoided it,” she replied. “Then you’ve missed out. It sounds awful but when you mix it with different condiments, it’s great!” Frank said as he spotted the turn off on to Lehi Street where their hotel the Hyatt Regency was. “I’ll check us all in first then we’ll go for dinner.” They pulled up to 32 Lehi Street at the Hyatt, which Donovan preferred. He had thought of staying with his parents but decided not to as he and Marisca were just married. A suite at the hotel would be temporary compensation for a honeymoon he would give his wife later on. And the thought of being under the same roof as his parents having sex with Marisca was not very appealing to him. Everyone stayed in the minibus while Frank took passports and luggage to check the group in as he was putting this on his company card, an authorized mission by Director Tenant. Then they drove to Abu Shukri on Via Delorosa by the Fifth Station of the Cross an important landmark to the Christian population. “Shalom Frank!” greeted the owner Abu who had known Frank since he was a child. “It’s been too long. Are your parents all right? Is that why you’re back home?” “Shalom Abu! No, my parents are well thanks. I’m just here on business. This is my new wife, Marisca” Frank introduced her to the older man. “And the rest work for me. This is our new puppy, Rexy.” “I can’t believe you got married! Your Father bends my ear constantly when he’s here with your Mother. They do know your married? And to such a beautiful blond” he remarked taking Marisca’s hand and kissing it. “Nayim Mayod al!” (Nice to meet you all!), shouted Abu overcome by emotions from meeting Marisca, speaking Hebrew because of it. “Yeah, they do know. And thanks, my wife is a beautiful blond” he replied squeezing her left hand that he held it. “We’re hungry and we all want hummus and cheeps.” “Let’s get you a table. I’m serving falafel balls with them now and a side of red cabbage and tomato salad. You’ll like those too, with some good red wine I just got from the El-Etat Kibbutz vineyard” Abu stated as he took the group of seven and puppy through his restaurant. They sat in the crowded establishment. It was only seven but dinner hours ranged from those families taking their children out early then home to bed to couples whom dined later through one and two in the morning. Abu brought two bottles of the local Cabernet and just poured as his was a family restaurant and casual. Then his daughter who had always had an eye for Frank came out with four large dishes of French fries and put them in the center of the table. His other married daughter brought out several large dishes of hummus, falafel balls and salad and placed then next to the hummus while Abu set down large white plates in front of each diner. “Dig in, bevakasha. Bete’avon (Dig in, please. Bon appetite)” said Abu as he finished putting the plates down. “Sleecha! (Excuse me) Everyone grabbed a handful of cheeps and spoonfuls of hummus putting the food on their dishes. Then each took a French fry, dipped in to the paste and took a taste. “My God! This is wonderful!” exclaimed Marisca. “I love the garlic and lemon combo,” remarked Cody to Monica. “I don’t care too much for it” Monica replied. “I like the large fries though and the falafel is tasty. So, Sir, now that we’re here what’s our first move?” They had not really spoken on the jet about Donovan’s plans. He had been in the cockpit with his wife almost the entire time. Frank did not know what his plans were yet but he was going over various scenarios as the others were in his mind. “When I spoke to my Father his contact at the Ministry said Susan Levine was already situated in a government owned apartment. 189 Agrippas. Cody I want you to start bugging her place. She’s at work by nine so you and Jake get there in the morning” Frank ordered as he dipped a fry in to his hummus. “I’ll rent a car for us” remarked Jake to the techno wizard. “Any ideas whatsoever where this Moustaf is?” “That’s a ten million Israel Sheqel question,” replied Donovan. “That’s the price for his bounty and no ones come close to collecting it. Marisca and I will make some contacts in the underground tomorrow.” “I’ll go talk to some Palestinians I know” remarked Barry as he enjoyed his wine. “I should watch this Susan at work. See what she does during the day. I’ll get in her office and see what her situation’s like” interjected Alex. “Yeah, you keep an eye on her and Monica, you’ll go to Israel Intelligence headquarters and start working with their analysts. I’ll call the Minister and tell him we’re here. Director Tenant’s already gotten his approval on a joint mission” remarked Donovan. “I’ve always wanted to come to Jerusalem,” said Monica now after they had their assignments for the next day. “My Father’s a retired Baptist Minister and he and my Mother came to the Holy Land once, years ago. Walked where Jesus walked. It’s incredible we’re right on the street where he was taken to be crucified.” “I didn’t know you were religious?” asked Cody who was her pal now. “No, not really! But I’m still overwhelmed being here” Monica replied. “I’d like to look around if we can before going home.” “Israel has the most museums per capita in the world,” said Frank proudly. “I find a visit to the Wailing Wall a humbling sight for me as a Jew. Chesh bon, bevakasha” (The check, please) Frank said to the married daughter. They left Abu’s around eight as neither Frank nor Marisca really felt comfortable socializing with the rest and they wanted some private time. Barry took Alex, Jake, Cody and Monica to a popular disco as Jerusalem and Tel Aviv were noted for them. They were considered on the Arabo-Amsterdam-London disco circuit for world travelers. Frank and Marica got to the honeymoon suite his Mother had arranged and he paid extra for and his wife was very impressed. It had a huge bedroom with a big king size bed and sunken tub. The living room was equally comfortable with soft cushioned sofas and chairs. The décor was done in colors of the desert and at the small entry a dozen red roses stood out dramatically to greet Marisca. “Everything’s beautiful, baby,” she said carrying the vase in to their living room. “Thanks for thinking of all this.” “Thank my Mother when we have dinner tomorrow” he said taking Rexy’s leash off. “She arranged this suite for us and the flowers. She’s a romantic like my Dad. I guess it skipped a generation with me.” “I think you’re romantic in your own style. You just haven’t had the right women before” she answered looking at the card that said ‘All my love, Frank.’ “Yeah, but I had no intentions of being romantic when we first became lovers, only when I fell in love with you. Now I want to try all that flowery stuff on you,” Frank remarked as he came up behind her and took her in to his arms. “Like this” he said softly leaning her back for a long kiss. “Very romantic” she stated as he put her on her feet again. “I’ve never been in love before so I’ve never thought twice about the men I’ve gone with being romantic.” “Ok! Let’s stop right there! I don’t want to hear about who you’ve been with before me, honey” he stated adamantly. “And I’m not telling you about the women in my life. I don’t believe in couples discussing past sex lives.” “You’re right! We’ll make a pack to never talk about that,” she said putting her hand out for him to shake instead he kissed it sweetly. “Very romantic” she said again smiling. “I’ll do better!” Frank exclaimed picking her up and carrying her to the bedroom then he turned around on a second thought and headed for the suite door. “I should have done this before, Mrs. Donovan,” he said taking her through the door. “You’re officially over the threshold” he stated then took her back to the bedroom with Rexy following. “Rexy liked the hummus the best, I think,” she laughed as the puppy jumped on the bed. “Get down sweetie!” she said firmly as Frank placed her down. “What first? Love in the tub?” Frank asked as he took his gray pea jacket and shoes off. “Definitely the tub. The only other place I’ve been in with a sunken tub in the same room as the bed was Caesar’s Palace in Vegas. I was alone if you must know,” she said going over to turn the faucet on. “There were mirrors all over, on the ceiling, above the bed and all around the tub. I took the opportunity to see what I looked like. If you know what I mean?” “God! You mean you masturbated?” he asked erotically coming up behind her again. “You don’t have to put it so crudely, baby. But yes, that’s what I meant. I thought I looked like one of those porn girls on the web. I can see the attraction in posing like that. Very naughty” she remarked as he shoved his hardness against her. “You’ve got this now so you won’t have to do that anymore! And if you do, I want to watch. I’m sure it’s a lot more sexy looking then me jerking off,” he stated as he took her knit skirt and thong down in one swoop. Frank undid his pants and dropped them, then quickly took Marisca from behind. He could not wait, nor could she as she had been baiting him with her talk. He moved her against the closest wall to give them leverage and thrust her fast and furious bringing them both to rapid climaxes. It was quick but they enjoyed it none-the-less. The fast and furious was as satisfying as the slow and lingering. They did both feel like they had a proper first honeymoon night beginning with their quickie then moving in to the hot water of the tub then to the bed then on the living room sofa, table and finally the floor before room service in the morning. “Have I told you what a great lover you are lately?” Marisca questioned as they sat having coffee and sweet rolls. “Not lately. Are you telling me now?” Frank inquired licking his long fingers of some sugar. “Yes, I am. You know what they say about Jewish men, don’t you?” she asked coyly. “Yeah, it’s true! We like sex more and we’re better at it!” he answered laughing. “Did you know I was Jewish in the beginning? I’ve never asked you that. Everyone else seems to have figured out my accent.” “God! Frank. The Russians hired me because I’m a topnotch linguist. Anyway, not until we went to Charleston” Marisca replied. “I like your accent though. It’s very sexy.” Frank decided to drive Marisca around the city first, drop Rexy off at his parents then make some contacts about Moustaf. Jerusalem was an ancient city enclosed as most with large walls and entrances through various gates. There were four at each direction: The Jaffe Gate, the New Gate, the Damascus Gate and the one that was merely at the Old City wall that had no name. Frank’s favorite site and the holiest place in the city was the Western Wall, the Hakotel or Wailing Wall as it was commonly called. They drove to it through the Old City to stop and walk a bit, as Marisca had never seen it. Both dressed conservatively as it required more proper attire with kippah, scull caps for men one could borrow. It was a moving experience for both to see the men in particular wailing their prayers as they kissed the wall that had been built so long ago by Herod. The city had many districts and to the east was the Old City then counter clockwise was Ha-Zotim, Har, Ramat Eshkol, Ramat Shelomo, Ramot, Har Nof, Ein, Karem, Kiryat Ha-Yovel, Gilo, Ramat Rakhel, Gonen, Taliyot, Baq’a and Rekhavya. Kiryat Ha-Yovel was where Bill and Salome Donovan lived and had been for over twenty years. Their house was a one-story ranch and well over eight thousand square feet with a garden in the back. It had started to snow so by the time they reached Frank’s home there was an inch on the ground. The stucco home with the tile roof looked odd, like a house in LA in the beginnings of a winter wonderland. “Your home is beautiful, baby,” Marisca said as they drove up around lunchtime. “How long have your parents had this place?” “A little over twenty years. I was in my last year of high school when they bought it. I only lived here that year then I left for college,” he replied as he parked on the circular drive and His Mother and Father came out. “My God! You do look just like your Mom!” Marisca said laughing, as she looked at the beautiful, dark haired woman. “I told you I did!” he stated smiling as he got out of the car and greeted them. “Shalom! Ma neshma?” (Hi! How are you?), he asked his Mother as he gave her a hug while his Father helped Marisca and the puppy. “I’m fine, Francis” replied his Mother who was dressed in a long black wool skirt, royal blue sweater, blue boots and a black mink over her shoulders. “Thanks, Mr. Donovan” Marisca said as he took Rexy on his leash. “Hi, Mrs. Donovan. I’m Marisca,” she said and the woman warmly hugged her as his Father had also. “It’s so wonderful to meet the woman that finally settled our son down,” the older woman said almost weeping. “How is the honeymoon suite? Did they put the flowers in the entrance?” “Yes, they’re beautiful. And the suite’s perfect” Marisca replied as Salome took her arm and guided her toward the big double door entrance. “It’s cold this winter! Let’s get by the fire and have some drinks!” shouted Bill as he slapped his son on the back, leaning in to him. “She’s a beauty like your Mother. No wonder it didn’t take long for you to fall in love,” he whispered. “Yeah, it sure didn’t take long. Like you and Mom” Frank said smiling as if he were another person his parents observed, as he was always so serious. “You look happy, too.” “I am” Frank replied as they got in to the large living room. The home was decorated in tans and red with furniture more British in style Marisca thought and Salome confirmed. It was a warm home with family photos all over and so many of Frank it was obvious they adored their son. Then Marisca finally saw one of her husband and his daughter for the first time but said nothing. Bill had asked them not to speak of their mission for his Mother’s sake as she was in the dark about it and Bill always protected his wife. Frank’s Father served his special Martinis made of Tanquary Gin and his Mother insisted they stay for lunch despite the fact they were dining together that night. She prepared hot vegetable soup and roast beef sandwiches, Frank’s favorite lunch and decidedly American. Everyone enjoyed a second Martini to go along while they ate and talked about the simple wedding. By two, Marisca and Frank left to head in to downtown to meet a man who was well connected with the Israeli black market. Alex had spent a couple hours in the Ministry office filling out an application for employment as a decoy to get her in to where Susan Levine was. It was easy as Alex merely strolled in and said she was looking for work and Susan handed her a form. Alex took her time and by ten when Susan took a break she placed the bug Cody had given her under the woman’s desk and one in the purse that was still in a drawer. She then went outside to start surveillance there. Security had been no problem either, getting in to the government facility or leaving as Alex looked to everyone like and American Jew and not the usual type that was a threat. Cody and Jake got to Aggripas Street at ten and in to the apartment and set up minuet cameras and bugging devices then left by half past. Cody went back to the hotel room to begin monitoring his equipment while Jake found his way after dropping him off to Israel Intelligence Headquarters. “Jake, this is Myron Kappel. He’s one of the main analysts working on the terrorist attack at the Jerusalem Mall,” said Monica and the two men shook hands. “Shalom Jake” said Myron happily as he was glad to have some additional help from Frank Donovan’s people. “I’ve been looking for Moustaf since his arrival on the scene ten years ago. Mr. Donovan went up against him while he was working for us then. Unfortunately we now think he holds Donovan responsible for the death of his wife and child.” “So you’re just finding this out now? You didn’t think about the connection back when Donovan’s daughter was found?” asked Jake in his usual smirky way. “To be honest, Mr. Donovan’s been on many mission and now that we have the Levine woman as a suspect with her connection to Mark Huffman alias Moustaf, it’s becoming clear. Now we think the suicide bombing at the mall here may also have been a partial hit on Bill Donovan. One of his jewelry stores fortunately was just slightly damaged and no one hurt.” “Does Donovan know about this?” asked Jake. “No. He knows the store of course was in the line of fire but not this new theory,” stated Monica. “I’ve been looking at this guy’s history and he’s a typical Muslim fanatic. Except unlike Bin Laden he’s from the poor side of town, so to speak. He’s been working for people like Bin Laden with the money and power. But he’s got the ego like a Bin Laden and now he thinks he’s as powerful and invincible. It’s my impression he’ll surface very quickly now that Mr. Donovan’s in Jerusalem.” “So you think he’s been lying low waiting for Donovan to get back on home ground? I guess I don’t understand why this Moustaf wasn’t more direct in getting him back here. Why’s he been getting info from Susan Levine through Martin? And why so long in between killing Jennifer and now?” all good questions posed by Jake. “We don’t know that, obviously” replied Myron. “But I think Monica’s right. Moustaf wanted Mr. Donovan here so he can have his final revenge.” “The man is acting crazy and since he had Jennifer killed so brutally he’s been over the edge for a long time” said Monica. “Only he knows what’s going in his mind.” “So what now?” asked Jake and Monica shrugged her shoulders. “I guess the old bait and trap scenario. Except we’ll be doing to the baiting this time,” Monica answered. Monica got her cell phone out and called Frank giving him a run down on their assessment. He agreed that her course was the most logical if not the most dangerous. He would get all the information he could then formulate a plan. Barry in the meantime met with an old friend with the PLO who confirmed that Moustaf was in Jerusalem. Having given his friend a considerable amount of money from Marisca the man did not hesitate to leek the information. Just knowing Moustaf was in the capital was enough and well worth the price. “Shalom Teva” said Frank as he and Marisca met the young Israeli in Zion Square. “Ma kore, Donovan?” (What’s up, Donovan?), asked the very well dressed Teva Sheiva as he sat on a bench while the couple looked down at him. “Mazeh?” (What’s this?), he asked as Frank handed him five thousand New Israeli Sheqels. “Eyfo Moustoff ben Jamil?” (Where’s Moustaf ben Jamil?), questioned Frank point blank and Teva ignored him and looked at Marisca now. “Eych korim lecha?” (What’s your name?) Teva asked her seductively and she turned to her husband and shrugged her shoulders not understanding. “Ata medaber anglit?” (Do you speak English?), she inquired and Teva laughed. “Ken, I mean yes. Of course, I do. I just prefer Hebrew. So what’s you’re name pretty lady?” he asked standing up now. “Marisca Donovan, my wife” Frank replied. “Enough bull shit, Teva. The money’s for you if you have any or can get any information on Moustaf.” “Lama? Sorry! Why?” Teva inquired as he counted the money blatantly. “He killed my daughter and I want him” Frank answered and at that Teva nodded. “Beseder!” (Ok!) Teva replied then took paper and pen out and wrote down a number. “Call me at this number at two this morning. Sorry about your daughter. I didn’t know you had such a beautiful wife even. Nayim mayod, that means in Hebrew that it’s nice to meet you, Marisca Donovan.” “Shalom Teva. I’ll ring you at two” Donovan said then took his wife’s arm to get her away from the man’s amorous looks. “You’re hurting my arm! What’s with you?” she asked as they headed across Zion Square. “He was coming on to you” Frank replied dropping his vice like hold on her arm. “God, baby. He was just looking. No ones going to touch me, except you” Marisca said softly putting her arms around his waist. “Let’s not get green eyed all of a sudden.” “All of a sudden? You drive me crazy all the time. The way you look and the way men look at you. You’re mine now, but I still don’t appreciate a leech like that giving you the once over” remarked Frank. “Anyway, let’s get out of here! The other contact of mine should be at the Jerusalem Theater. While we’re there I’ll see what’s playing.” “I like a mission with some extra curricular activities” she stated as he helped her in to the minibus. “Well, until I decide on our plan we can have some fun at least. I know we didn’t have much of a wedding. I’m not in to ceremonies like that but a honeymoon we definitely need to take” Frank stated as he put her seat belt on her. “This is nice, but you need to take me on one that doesn’t have any work involved” Marisca remarked. “That’s a deal. Anywhere in particular?” he inquired now having gotten in his side behind the wheel. “Maui. I’ve never been there but I’ve heard it’s a achla (Great) place to go” Marisca answered and he shot her a look as she used another Hebrew word. “God! If you tell me you speak Hebrew I’m making you walk from here!” he exclaimed laughing. “No, just Arabic. I know a few phrases in a lot of languages though. ‘Do you speak English?’ is an important one. ‘Where’s the bathroom?’ stuff like that. Then I know ‘ani ohev et Israel (I love Israel)” she remarked as they drove off. “If a person speaks English then why bother asking him in another language?” he inquired. “Then they’ll probably assume you know their language but just prefer talking English” she replied. “I don’t know! It’s just worked out that way for me.” They made their way across the downtown section to the ultra modern Jerusalem Theater. Frank’s contact was a middle-aged man named Yossi Aharon who was wise on the streets in the city with both the Israeli and the Palestinian population. He was at the theater scalping tickets for over booked performances all over. It was a sideline he enjoyed for speedy cash. The couple got out and walked around the large complex made of red clay and reinforced steel. It was only four when they got there and it was already dark. The snow had finally stopped and it was only about ten degrees and expected to drop to zero that night. Yossi spotted Donovan after his last customer and waved to him, as they had known each other, like he knew Teva, for years. “Shalom, Donovan!” greeted Yossi as he extended his hand to shake Frank’s. “Shalom. How’s business? Anything good playing?” inquired Frank as he held his wife’s hand which Yossi took notice. “First tell me who this lady is?” he said inquired, smiling. “My wife. We’re on a short honeymoon,” Frank answered. “Congratulations! I hope you have many years together. Anyway, they’ve resurrected Fiddler on the Roof with Topol in the theatre” Yossi stated. “I’ve got two tickets for tomorrow night, twelfth row center. They’ll cost you five hundred for the two. That’s with a ten percent discount as a wedding gift.” “Thanks! Knowing you that’s amazingly generous” Donovan stated and turned to Marisca. “Do you want to do Fiddler? I actually like Topol.” “I know you do, baby. Sure! I love the music. And I’d love to see him in person” she replied and Frank took his wallet out and the cash with some extra. “Either you’re getting sloppy about your Sheqels or you want something else?” the man commented at the two thousand NIS (New Israel Sheqels) he was handed. “Yeah, I need some information. I’m looking for Moustaf ben-Jamil. He’s probably in the city now” Frank stated and the man shook his head. “He’s bad news, you know that? I heard he’s the one that did the mall bombing” Yossi exclaimed. “Why do you want him?” “He killed my daughter. I want him, Yossi. Anyway, I can get him,” remarked Frank and the man had tears in his eyes now. “God, Donovan! I didn’t know you had children. Why’d he go after your daughter?” the man inquired as he wiped his eyes. “He blames me for his wife and son’s death” Frank answered. “I’m not sure why but it’s enough to go after my family. Inral Jewelers was one of the shops at the mall that was hit.” “Your Father’s place? Ok! I’ll do everything I can to try to find where he is in the city. You need to be careful. He’s probably going to make a move on you. Moustaf has eyes and ears all over. He knows you’re back,” remarked Yossi. “Yeah, I’m sure he does. Well, thanks for the tickets. We’re at the Hyatt Regency if you need to get in touch” Donovan exclaimed then nodded and left with Marisca still holding on to her hand. “Him you don’t say a word to? But Teva you do?” “Jesus! Let’s not start that again. I didn’t think I needed to say anything to this guy. He wasn’t good looking anyway,” she said laughing. “Oh, come on! I’m joking!” “I know. I guess I’m just on home territory now. And I know what Jewish men think when they see a blond in particular” Frank remarked grabbing her in the middle of the walkway and kissing her. “I think we need to be alone before we meet you parents,” Marisca said as she took hold of his crouch reaching under his jacket. “Yeah, definitely hard as rock.” “If it weren’t so cold out we could do it in the minibus” he said erotically. “But I could turn the heater on.” “No, I don’t think so. I’m not in to car action,” Marisca said as he then rushed her back to the car. “Yeah, I guess I’m not either. After all, I’m supposed to be romancing you” he remarked. “I mean I want to romance you.” Moustaf was in a car down the street after being called by one of his men that was following Donovan and his new wife. It was dark now and a better time for him to come out and circulate. He was a man that was governed by his hatred for heathens especially Jews one of which was Frank Donovan. Moustaf had always thought Frank responsible for uncovering his first terrorist attack on an Israeli Embassy in London ten years ago. His first job, so to speak and the reason his family was gone after by Jewish Zealots bent on revenge for loved ones they had lost in London. It did not matter to the Arab that he was the first to initiate the violence for in his mind his quest to eliminate the Jews was correct. Going after his wife and twelve year old son was just evil in his mind. When he discovered Frank’s involvement almost two years previous he tracked him down and found Jennifer. Moustaf was insane and did not hesitate flying to Richmond Virginia and taking the fifteen year old from her home. He enjoyed the way he abducted Jennifer from under Donovan’s roof while he slept. And he had no problem beating her to unconsciousness, strangling her then cutting her up in a symbolic gesture only he could explain why. Moustaf waited and watched Frank through his network as the Father suffered and searched for his daughter’s murderer. Then he knew when Frank went back to the CIA time was getting close when he would discover Moustaf’s involvement and go after him. Now he was trying to decide what to do. He had bombed the mall and as an added incentive went after Bill Donovan’s place but the Israeli Government put the heat on that attack so he was laying low going after his parents. And now a new wife was in the picture, which delighted him even more. His was a sick and twisted mind after so many years and innocent killings. “I think they’re getting it on,” said Cody to Monica as they heard the couple in the pangs of love all the way through the front door. “We’ll just wait here until they finish. I take Donovan for a ten-minute man” Monica said but was proven wrong after a while. “I’m sure they’re almost finished,” she said as they both stood and listened like the real busy bodies they were. “Forty-five minutes! I’m actually proud of our leader now” laughed Cody as he finally knocked, on the door. “Ma?” (What?), shouted Frank from behind the door standing naked and breathing heavily having jumped off his wife. “Sorry, sir! I don’t speak Hebrew!” replied Cody. “I’ll be down in the bar in ten. Get everyone together” Frank ordered. “In ten minutes?” asked Cody stupidly. “What the hell else do you think I mean?” Frank snapped back. They heard his bare feet pound the tile of the suite’s entry away from the door. Cody and Monica got Jake and Alex from their rooms and headed to the lobby lounge. Barry had taken over watching Susan Levine and would through the night as he was more familiar with the city incase he needed to follow her. “You get dressed for dinner, honey” said Frank as he walked in to the room while she still lay naked on top of the bed. “I’m going to the bar to meet everyone.” “You don’t need me?” Marisca asked sitting up now. “I’ll fill you in later. I’m not planning anything until I talk to Teva” Frank answered. “Do you want me to fix you a drink?” “Yeah, please. Just a vodka on the rocks” she replied as he took the pair of black suit pants from the hanger he would wear that night and put them on. “No undies?” Marisca asked of her husband not putting on briefs and he laughed. “No! The new ones you bought aren’t comfortable. I usually get some when I’m home, anyway. I prefer the European style” he remarked liking them without a fly front. “That’s one thing I noticed right away about you. It got me more intrigued when I saw your fly less undies. I knew you had bought them overseas” she stated standing up from the messy bed. “I wish you’d call them something other than undies” he remarked putting his white and black pin striped shirt on. “Sorry. I guess that does sound girly” she chuckled. “Any requests for my wardrobe this evening? After all I’m here to impress your parents. I don’t want to make any mistakes.” “Yeah, the little black cocktail dress of yours. And your new black faux mink” he replied leaving the room with her following over to the bar. “Why exactly have I replaced my fur coats with fake? I mean faux ones when your Mother’s wearing the real thing? My God! That coat she had on today probably cost a hundred thousand” she remarked as he poured her vodka over ice and gave it to her. “Well, that’s what she likes. But I’m opposed to animal fur being used. She’s my Mother and she can wear anything my Father permits. You’re my wife” Frank said and Marisca shook her head. “God! No sooner do we get back to your homeland you really start acting like macho man Jew,” she stated. “I am a macho man Jew,” he said laughing. “That’s what you love about me! And besides you tell me what to wear. I mean all the leather and suede.” “What are you talking about? You had that black leather number you wore all the time when we were going out,” she stated sipping her drink. “If I recall I only wore that when I was supposed to be Jesus Cortez. Well, whatever! I like the stuff you pick out! And I appreciate you’re getting those coats from QVC because of me” Frank responded. “But you’ll have to allow me as a husband the pleasure of giving his wife some jewelry. I’ll take you to my Dad’s shop in the morning and buy you a few things.” “Beseder” (ok) Marisca said giving him a kiss still very naked. “Ma nasha’a?” (What time is it?) “It’s seven, honey. Another Hebrew phrase you know?” he asked. “What else?” “Ken” (yes) she responded and I know ‘ani lo mevin’ (I don’t understand), ‘mayim’ (water) and ‘glido.’ (Ice cream) “That’s an important one!” he remarked. “I’ve got to go. I’ll be back in half an hour.” “Beseder, baby. I sound sexy speaking Hebrew don’t I? You do!” she laughed. “Yeah, you do” he replied grabbing her right breast and kissing her. “You look sexy, too.” Frank met the group in the bar/lounge that was crowded with mostly businessmen. Most of the older Israeli men feigned ties for open shirts with just slacks or their suits. The younger men wore ties and suits as Frank did. Cody, Alex, Jake and Monica drank local wine while Frank ordered an Irish whiskey straight. They discussed in depth the findings of the surveillance of Susan Levine for the day. She did very little other than work, not even leaving for lunch. Work ended at five and she was out the door fast to get home. Barry reported while they were sitting in the bar via cell to Donovan that Susan had left all decked out and he would follow her. But her conversations had led to nothing as her boss, Delphine Zarbiv the Director of Public Relations at the Ministry kept her busy. Monica went over more fully what she and Myron had conjectured along with Jake. At seven-thirty Marisca walked in the bar all dressed in black with Frank’s black cashmere coat on her arm that she helped him on with when he stood. Then they left the hotel and got the gray minibus from the valet. “Let’s rent another car,” she said getting in to the van. “I like your Range Rover but this isn’t my style. We just got this for hauling the group from the airport, anyway.” “Beseder” (All Right) Frank answered as he got in his side. “By the way you look sababa, that means great, Mrs. Donovan. Give me a kiss.” “Toda” (Thank you) she replied. “Mr. Donovan” she added then leaned over and kissed him. “I need to use the casponnat (ATM) first. I’m out of Sheqels,” he stated as he drove off. “Did you bring your gun?” “Sure. I always carry it” she replied remembering he forgot to take his. “I wonder how Rexy is? I don’t really like the idea of him being at your parents big house when now ones home. I’d like to bring him back to the hotel after dinner, baby.” “Yeah, I didn’t think about that. I just thought it’d be better for him. We’ll get him after. The suites smaller and safer” he replied. Frank got on to King George Street and found an ATM. He got out and waited behind a businessman who took a long time. Then all of a sudden he heard a car screeching and he turned and ducked out of instinct. Rapid fire sounded as de dove for the minibus and grabbed Marisca as she opened the door laying low. Frank got her away from the vehicle fast as they could hear it being hit and the gas tank blew up. After they both stood not really bothered by the attack as that kind of thing had been prevalent in their lives. But the man that had been in front of Frank was dead another innocent victim. There was no reason to remain there so after he checked the body for vital to verify the man was dead, they walked down the street to find a taxi. There were few on the road that really took notice of the couple as a siren sounded and came closer. By the time Frank and Marisca got in a taxi a police care pulled up to assess the scene of which was unfortunately familiar in Israel. “That was interesting. What do you think?” asked Marisca as the taxi made its way to the other end of King George where the restaurant was. “A warning of course” he answered then noticed her bleeding hand and took it to examine. “It’s just grazed. We’ll get a bandage at the restaurant,” he said taking one of her handkerchiefs out of her handbag that she always carried. “You’re the only women I know that still has handkerchiefs.” “They come in handy like now” she replied looking at her husband’s concerned face and how gently he ministered to her. “Thank you. You’d better carry my gun, Frank.” “Yeah” he replied taking it out of her bag and putting it in his inner jacket pocket. “Does you hand hurt much, honey?” “No, not really. I’ve had worse, baby. I never did thank you for taking such good care of me after my side trip to Borneo” Marisca remarked. “I can’t tell you how much that meant to me.” “You’ve told me numerous times in your kisses and your smiles. And the way you put up with me” he retorted as they pulled up to the expensive restaurant. Bill and Salome were already seated at the table for four at Rondo’s, their favorite place for dinner. They first shared a bottle of good Dom Perignon champagne with Latke’s and caviar as an appetizer then Lentil soup, Jicana and Jerulsalem Artochoke Salad, Osso Bucco for an entree and Rich Lemon Ice Cream for dessert. At least that was what Frank and Marisca had. Bill Donovan ordered for his wife which Marisca thought was nice and told Frank to do the same. He complied very proudly and carefully chose their menu. No one said anything of Marisca’s hand as the maitre d’ brought over the bandage for Frank to apply. They enjoyed the evening and made plans the next morning to visit Bill’s shop. By eleven they left Rondo’s and waited outside in the cold for Bill’s black Mercedes sedan. When the valet finally pulled up he got out carrying something black and familiar in his hands. “This was hanging on the rear view mirror, Mr. Donovan,” the young man said showing him the puppy’s black leash. “Where did this come from?” asked Bill shouting. “Rexy’s leash!” Marisca shouted. “Where’s Rexy?” she asked in anguish. “He’s at the house!” shouted Bill as they got in the car. “What the hell?” “God, Dad! Get us back home fast. I’ll kill that son of a bitch if he’s hurt that puppy” Frank shouted. Franks’ Mother did not know what was happening as her husband floored the accelerator to get them home. The woman her son had married that she thought was very sophisticated and a bit cool was crying hysterically in to her husband’s shoulder. When they arrived everyone jumped out except for Salome who was afraid of what was in her home. She feared the little yellow lab had met with a brutal ending. Finally from the front door the three came back. Frank held Rexy and was kissing him after they found him locked in a closet with a note on the door, which read: Nice puppy. Moustaf Salome now got out of the Mercedes seeing everyone was all right. “Let’s go inside. Bill, I want you to make us some Martinis” she now very much ordered her very tall husband then turned to her equally tall son. “And you, Francis! You’re going to tell me why you’re really in Jerusalem!” ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Shalom Jerusalem - Part II |