ZACHARIAS GNAWED ON THE plastic fork.
She was in the damn pit. The Pit. And there was no way for him to get to her.
Yael was under constant supervision. He couldn't eliminate her while cameras and microphones tracked her every movement. Even if he could, they had that damn man in there with her because Baron had some stupid notion that she'd say things in order to protect him. If he could get the cameras off, even for a moment, he'd have to put them both down and that would cause a ruckus with those tasked with watching her every move.
Damn it.
The pieces of her life since her defection were falling into place. The Mossad hound dogs were ferreting out everything. It wouldn't be long until someone asked her the right question and she gave him up. Even if she didn't realize what she knew
