9
Central Police Station. Jerusalem, Israel. 12.41pm.
Lior Avidan entered the interrogation room holding a cup of coffee and waved at the other officers to leave. He sat across from Morgan, her hands cuffed on the metal table. He placed the cup in front of her.
“Strong black. I thought you might need it.”
“You remembered.”
She smiled at him, fatigue showing in her face, but that violet s***h in her right eye was as vivid as ever. A flash of memory and he saw her laughing, eyes sparkling at him as the waters of the Red Sea swirled about them.
“Of course … but it’s been a long time.”
“How’s Di?” Morgan asked.
“She’s in the intensive care unit at Hadassah. Don’t worry, I’ll make sure she’s well looked after.”
Morgan visibly relaxed at the positive news of her friend.
“You’ve done we
