bastards want to start it all over again?â
âIraq cannot remain in the Dark Ages, Sarah. A strong, modern Iraq will be a stabilizing force in the region. Iran is poised to strike. You must know that.â
âHussein will build bombs.â
âThatâs what you and I will prevent.â
She laughed out loud, and Whalpol caught her meaning.
âNot just us, Sarah; there are many others, of course. But you are in a unique position to help us.â
âI could tell my government.â
Again the German major smiled. âThey would not believe you. Please, Sarah, your life is nothing here. Make something of it. Do some good in the world. Your father would understand this, Sarah. Do you?â
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Had she known what it would be like, she reflected now, morosely, she still would have taken the assignment. There had been moments with Ahmed when she had felt alive, happy, finally in love.
âI thought you would be with him tonight,â Whalpol said, pulling her away from her thoughts. âNothing has
gone wrong, has it, between you two?â
âNo,â she said softly. âHeâs worked very late all this week, and heâs tired, thatâs all.â
âThe two of you should go away for the weekend. I have a place on the Wied River you could use.â
âWired for sound, no doubt,â Sarah said.
Whalpol shrugged.
âYouâre a dirty voyeur, Ludwig. I suppose you get a big kick out of this. Your little arrangements.â
âThe bloom is off the rose,â Whalpol mumbled. âItâs time, I think, to give you a new assignment.â
A bolt of fear shot through her. âWhat?â
âYou are burned out, Sarah. You are no longer being completely honest with me. Or yourself, for that matter. In fact, I think you have fallen in love with poor Ahmed Pavli. Is that it, Sarah?â
âIâll handle it,â she said miserably.
âItâs my job, I can handle it for you.â
âHeâs a good man,â she cried. âLeave him alone. Leave them all alone!â
âNo.â
âLet me tell him.â
âTell him what, Sarah? That you have slept with him on orders from the German government to find out if Iraq is stealing even more nuclear technology than we are already selling them?â
âIâll tell him that I no longer love him.â
âYou arenât capable of that type of lie. Not that.â
âLet me tell him that!â she shrieked. âHe deserves that much. I deserve it. Iâve earned it.â
Even as she was saying it, she wondered if she meant it, or if, as Whalpol suggested, she was incapable of such a lie. She did love Ahmed, but their relationship could not go any further without the truth between them. A truth she could not share with him.
âEasy,â Whalpol was saying.
âLet me deal with it,â she said, calmer now, taking a deep breath. âI donât want him hurt, Ludwig.â
âNeither do I,â Whalpol answered gently. âLet me think about it, and tomorrow weâll talk, just you and I. Weâll work something out. Despite what you think, Iâm not an ogre.â
âI understand.â
âI donât think so, but weâll talk tomorrow.â
âTomorrow,â she said, but she was drifting again, watching the lights of the oncoming traffic as they neared town, and wondering where her life was going.
5
THE THREE-STORY APARTMENT building was thick, brooding, in the chill, wind-driven rain. The windshield wipers of Whalpolâs car provided a rhythm to Sarahâs efforts at keeping herself together.
âWould you like me to come up with you?â Whalpol asked her.
âNo, Iâll be all right.â She got out of the car, crossed the sidewalk and let herself into the building without looking back. Inside, she leaned against the door. It wasnât supposed to be like this. She half expected
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