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Ramat Gan, Tel Aviv – A Month Later
‘Thanks for the lift,’ Yuval said as he strapped himself into the passenger seat of the Toyota hybrid. It wasn’t as if Eli had much choice; Yuval had told him that he wanted Eli to drive him to Ben Gurion airport for his flight to Washington.
‘I wanted to talk to you away from the Office.’ Yuval said. His small hands tapped at his carry-on bag. ‘There’s too much going on there at the moment with the inquiry; too much talk; too much speculation. What we need to do is take a step away from it, consolidate our situation, and look forward.’
The evidence was still being given to the inquiry and the atmosphere was uncertain to say the least. It was what Eli imagined a Medici court would have been like; in every corner and meeting room, by every plant an
