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The Israeli Embassy, Palace Gardens, London – Three Hours Later
It was 2am and they were all tired and bad-tempered. Except for Rafi. He looked as if he could keep going till the sun came up and then do a run around the park. Perhaps, after all, there was something in those energy drinks he swallowed. The table in front of Eli was a mess of laptops and papers. Every half an hour, Yuval had been up and down the stairs, running in and out of the safe room; the reason was that Yuval didn’t trust the kids in signals to bring up every message from home the second it arrived.
‘The situation is that we are trying to make a decision with incomplete information,’ Yuval said. ‘Eli, are you sure you can’t get the shrink to do any more for us?’
‘If somebody else wants to try, fine, but she’s fa
