Chapter FourteenThere was a suicide bombing in Israel being reported on Francesca's television in the downstairs lounge. I watched as debris was cleared from a café in Nazareth where an alleged member of a group of Jihadists had killed fourteen innocent people. It happened a little after six pm Israeli time when the café was packed both inside and out. The injuries from flying glass and falling masonry must have been horrific with men, women and children caught in the c*****e. This was becoming the new world order of things far too readily for most countries' intelligence services to keep up with. Most had their resources being stretched to breaking point. I felt sorry for the victims and also the Mossad agents that I knew, because it could be some of them in the frontline infiltration of
