THE CRESCENT’S SHADOW
43
SOPHIE, I THINK I MAY HAVE A HOT ONE FOR YOU.”
Sam Levine nearly tripped as he burst into the Director of Antiquities’ office. The cuts and bruises on his face from the incident at Caesarea had mostly healed, but he still carried a large scar on his cheek from the encounter with the Arab thieves. Sophie was seated at her desk, studying a Tel Aviv police report on a grave looting, but looked up with interest.
“Okay, I’m listening.”
“One of our network informants, an Arab boy named Tyron, reports a possible dig tonight in the Muslim cemetery at Kidron.”
“Kidron? That’s just over the wall from the Old City. Somebody’s getting rather brazen.”
“If it is even true. Tyron has had a spotty track record when it comes to tips.”
“Who is supposedly turning the shovels?”
“I only got one name out of him, a petty thief named Hassan Akais,” Sam replied, sliding into a chair opposite Sophie’s desk.
“Doesn’t ring a bell,” Sophie replied after contemplating the name. “Should I know him?”
“We picked him up a few years ago on a raid at Jaffa. We didn’t have enough on him to press charges, so he was let go. Seems to have kept his hands clean since then. He’s been paying our informant to tend some sheep, and apparently the boy overheard talk of an operation tonight.”
“It sounds like small fish to me.”
“I thought so, too. But then there’s this,” Sam said, handing Sophie a computer printout. “I ran his name through the system and, lo and behold, the Mossad suspects him of having possible links to the Mules.”
Sophie leaned forward and studied the paper with heightened interest.
“His links appear a bit tenuous, at best,” Sam added, “but I thought you would want to know.”
Sophie nodded as she finished reading the report but neglected to pass it back to Sam.
“I would like to talk to this Hassan,” she finally replied in a measured tone.
“We’re a bit thin for an operation tonight. Lou and the gang are in Haifa until tomorrow, and Robert is home sick with the flu.”
“Then it will just have to be you and me, Sammy. Any objections?”
Sam shook his head. “If this guy had anything to do with Caesarea, then I want him, too.”
They made their plans for the evening rendezvous, then Sam rose and left the office. Sophie had resumed reading the police report when she suddenly felt someone staring at her. She looked up in surprise to see Dirk, standing outside her doorway, holding a large bouquet of lilacs in his hand.
“Pardon me, I’m looking for the chief gunslinger around here,” he said with a radiant smile.
Sophie practically leaped out of her chair.
“Dirk, I didn’t think you’d be free until next week,” she said, hopping over and giving him a peck on the cheek.
“The university suspended the excavation at Caesarea for the season, so I guess my work is through for now,” he said, placing the flowers on her desk. He then grabbed her in a tight embrace and kissed her. “I missed you,” he whispered.
Sophie felt her skin flush, then remembered her office door was open.
“I can take a short break,” she stammered. “Shall we go have lunch?”
As soon as he nodded, she led him away from the prying eyes of the office and into a nearby courtyard.
“I know a beautiful spot to picnic in the Old City. We can grab something to eat along the way,” she offered.