17 A Time to be RuthlessRicard relaxed with a strong drink in the business lounge of Ben Gurion airport. She had only been in Israel for twelve hours and seen very little of the city - apart from passing scenes from the window of the government Limousine. Nevertheless, Ricard was grateful to be leaving despite fearing for her own safety on the homeward bound journey. Maybe it would be a good idea to alter her flights she thought - just in case they had doubts about the services offered by the PEC. Then again, she surmised, a petty paper trail was hardly likely to throw these guys off the scent. No, she would have to believe them when they said they were willing to do business and be as vigilant as possible for the time being. Downing her drink, she withdrew her phone from the attaché case
