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The New Girl. Daniel Silva
Читать онлайн.Название The New Girl
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isbn 9780008280871
Автор произведения Daniel Silva
Жанр Ужасы и Мистика
Издательство HarperCollins
He stood and raised his dark glasses, revealing his eyes. They were blue-gray and translucent—like glacial ice, thought Sarah. She had always loved Mikhail’s eyes.
“How long have you been following me?”
“Since you left your hotel.”
“Why?”
“To see if anyone else was following you.”
“Countersurveillance.”
“We have a different word for it.”
“Yes,” said Sarah. “I remember.”
At once, a black SUV drew to the curb. A young man in a khaki vest climbed out of the passenger seat and opened the rear door.
“Get in,” said Mikhail.
“Where are we going?”
Mikhail said nothing. Sarah climbed into the backseat and watched a Number 5 bus slide past her blacked-out window. It didn’t matter where they were going, she thought. It was going to be a very long ride.
COULDN’T GABRIEL HAVE FOUND SOMEONE else to bring me in?”
“I volunteered.”
“Why?”
“I wanted to avoid another awkward scene.”
Sarah gazed out her window. They were driving through the heart of Israel’s version of Silicon Valley. Shiny new office buildings lined both sides of the flawless highway. In the space of a few years, Israel had traded its socialist past for a dynamic economy driven by the technology sector. Much of that innovation went directly to the military and the security services, giving Israel a decided edge over its Middle East adversaries. Even Sarah’s former colleagues at the CIA’s Counterterrorism Center used to marvel at the high-tech prowess of the Office and Intelligence Unit 8200, Israel’s electronic eavesdropping and cyberwarfare service.
“So the nasty rumor is true, after all.”
“What nasty rumor is that?”
“The one about you and that pretty French woman getting married. Forgive me, but her name slips my mind.”
“Natalie.”
“Nice,” said Sarah.
“She is.”
“Still practicing medicine?”
“Not exactly.”
“What does she do now?”
With his silence, Mikhail confirmed Sarah’s suspicion that the pretty French doctor was employed by the Office. Sarah’s memory of Natalie, while clouded by jealousy, was of a darkly exotic-looking woman who could easily pass for an Arab.
“I suppose there are fewer complications that way. It’s much easier when husband and wife are employed by the same service.”
“That isn’t the only reason we—”
“Let’s not do this, Mikhail. I haven’t thought about it in a long time.”
“How long?”
“At least a week.”
They slid beneath Highway 5, the secure road linking the Coastal Plain with Ariel, the Jewish settlement block deep inside the West Bank. The junction was known as the Glilot Interchange. Beyond it was a shopping center with a multiplex movie theater. There was also another new office complex, partially concealed by thick trees. Sarah supposed it was the headquarters of yet another Israeli tech titan.
She looked at Mikhail’s left hand. “Did you misplace it already?”
“What’s that?”
“Your wedding band.”
Mikhail seemed surprised by its absence. “I took it off before I went into the field. We got back late last night.”
“Where were you?”
Mikhail looked at her blankly.
“Come now, darling. We have a past, you and I.”
“The past is the past, Sarah. You’re an outsider now. Besides, you’ll know soon enough.”
“At least tell me where it was.”
“You wouldn’t believe me.”
“Wherever it was, it must have been awful. You look like hell.”
“The ending was messy.”
“Anyone get hurt?”
“Only the bad guys.”
“How many?”
“Lots.”
“But the operation was a success?”
“One for the books,” said Mikhail.
The high-tech office blocks had given way to the affluent northern Tel Aviv suburb of Herzliya. Mikhail was reading something on his mobile phone. He looked bored, his default expression.
“Do give her my best,” said Sarah archly.
Mikhail returned the phone to his jacket pocket.
“Tell me something, Mikhail. Why did you really volunteer to bring me in?”
“I wanted a word with you in private.”
“Why?”
“So I could apologize for the way it turned out between us.”
“Turned out?”
“For the way I treated you in the end. I behaved badly. If you could find it in your heart to—”
“Was Gabriel the one who told you to end it?”
Mikhail seemed genuinely surprised. “Wherever did you get an idea like that?”
“I always wondered, that’s all.”
“Gabriel told me to go to America and spend the rest of my life with you.”
“Why didn’t you take his advice?”
“Because this is my home.” Mikhail gazed at the patchwork quilt of farmland beyond his window. “Israel and the Office. There was no way I could live in America, even if you were there.”
“I could have come here.”
“It’s not such an easy life.”
“Better than the alternative.” She immediately regretted her words. “But the past is the past—isn’t that what you said?”
He nodded slowly.
“Did you ever have any second thoughts?”
“About leaving you?”
“Yes, you idiot.”
“Of course.”
“And are you happy now?”
“Very.”
She was surprised at how badly his answer wounded her.
“Perhaps we should change the subject,” suggested Mikhail.
“Yes, let’s. What shall we talk about?”
“The