Chapter 24Lake LucerneIt was three o’clock in the morning when the phone
rang. Schendler groped for his mobile, half-asleep.
“What do you mean you didn’t find them…? Where are
they now?” The voice was breaking up, the reception was fugitive. However,
he managed to catch the gist of what was said.
“Let me get this straight. They slipped past you and
crossed the border. By the time you caught up with them the Americans had
arrested them?” He listened intently, disbelievingly.
“And they’re on their way to Al Ma’aniya?”
Frustrated, he slammed his fist down on the bedside table. He thought for a
moment.
“No… Do nothing… I must think about it.”
He replaced the receiver and turned off the light.
London“Ben, it’s Raymond,” the CIA director drawled.
Asher was used to being woken in th
