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To Brent,

the man who stood by me,

and to Dorothy and Nora,

may you always be ready to take a stand.




Wherefore take unto you the whole armour of God, that ye may be able to withstand in the evil day, and having done all, to stand. Ephesians 6:13


Prologue


- 1947 -


Holding the phone away from his ear, the man waited for the boss to stop shouting. He knew he’d blown it. He’d been too late. Finally, he got his chance. “I told you it isn’t here.” He took a deep breath, exhaling slowly. “I looked … I already looked everywhere!”

The man surveyed the once orderly room. He’d sliced up the mattress, dumped the desk’s contents on the floor, and broken the desk. The few items from the closet lay torn on the bed. Wanting to make sure there weren’t any hiding places, he’d even turned the empty table upside down.

Leaning against the wall, the man said, “No, it’s not here. I already did that. It literally scared him to death.” He studied the body on the floor. “Maybe a heart attack … Don’t worry, I’ll find it. At least we’ve taken care of the contact in the States, right?”

The man, with an eerie calmness, wiped off the phone before returning it to the cradle. Standing over Yael Moshe’s body, he lifted Yael’s head by his hair. He slapped his face, letting it fall to the floor. Kicking at the ribs, he yelled, “Who did you give it to?”

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