7
Talia pulled into the underground parking deck at Mossad Headquarters. She parked in her spot but sat with the engine running, her hands still vice-gripped onto the steering wheel. “My grandfather?” she said to herself. Her senses were overwhelmed.
A rap on the window tore her out of her own fog. She startled at a uniformed soldier with an automatic rifle standing just outside her driver’s window.
“Dr. Stiel?” he said as he glanced at the marker in front of her parking space. “Is everything all right?” He looked up, and his eyes scanned the other cars the way a Secret Service agent scans a crowd.
Talia nodded and glanced at his shoulder insignia. He was a member of the famed Sayeret, an elite unit within the Israeli Defense Force. In practice, Sayeret units typically specialized in c
