Intrigue In Geneva Episode 10
“Yes.”
“Are you sure?”
“I said, yes,” Dvora replied curtly.
A police car roared past with its blue light flashing and sirens screaming, closely followed by two black Audis.
Anton said, “Change of plan. The police will be checking the French borders. We’re going to Lausanne. How’s your knee, Sami?”
Sami spoke through gritted teeth. His skin had a greyish tinge.
“Not good,” he said. “ I’ve twisted or sprained it.”
Anton’s mouth formed a grim line. “I have to make a phone call from the railway station.”
Dvora rested her head back on the leather seat and savoured the warmth of the heater. Poor Sami, injured because he had come back for her, as she knew he would. Now both of them had become liabilities. What course of action would Anton take? She knew he would be weighing their predicament up carefully. Dvora was under no illusions, unlike Sami: if Anton felt the operation was compromised he would dispose of or abandon them. Would their fate be a quick, silent bullet in the back of the neck? Or would their corpses be entombed in a snowdrift, and not found until the thaw of sp
spring? Mossad operatives were expendable; Dvora had always known and accepted that. Sami, on the other hand, believed that Anton as their commanding officer would protect them and ensure they reached home.
She must converse her strength. If it came to a standoff, she must be ready to fight for their lives. She closed her eyes. She figured they would be safe while they were in the car and on the move.
* * *
Dvora woke up as the Mercedes swung into the station car park at Lausanne. She sniffed and smelt the strong, sour stench of vomit. She looked down. Her skirt had splashes on it, and the knees of her tights had holes ripped in them. She felt a draft of cold air as Anton left the engine running and got out of the car without a word to either of them. With the sleeve of her anorak Dvora wiped away the condensation that had formed on the window. She watched him hurrying across the car park over to a phone box.
Dvora debated whether she should confide in Sami.
He stared at Dvora in the rear view mirror.
“He’s cursing us now. We’re going to slow him down,” Dvora said her voice hard. “Then he will either cut us loose or he’ll kill us. I don’t think he’s decided yet.”
