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“My work at the Mossad involves nuclear physics,” Talia said. “But let’s just start with the last two days of my life.” Talia began to recount the emotional roller coaster of terrifying events: the story her grandfather had revealed, his murder at the hands of a scar-faced man who had then come to kill her, followed by the two agents who had shot at her as she fled her apartment.
When she stopped, Jana placed her hands flat on the table. “That’s quite a story.”
“You don’t believe me? Then why is there a bullet in my backpack?”
“I didn’t say I didn’t believe you.”
“Then why are you threatening to arrest me?”
“It’s what you didn’t say that concerns me.”
“What I didn’t say?”
“Why?” Jana replied. “Why would there suddenly be a conspiracy to kill you, seemingly out of nowhere? And to
