Diamond Rain: Adventure Science Fiction Mossad Thriller (The Spy Stories and Tales of Intrigue Series Book 2) Read Free Page B

behind Captain Avon and he could feel her sizing him up, but she
smelled so refreshing that he didn’t care.  She passed close to him to open the
door to a room that assaulted his nostrils.  Avon turned to look at her.  She
looked familiar, then he got it.  She’s an older version of the one who
disappeared.
    “In here?” he said.
    “We need to have a talk,” the woman
replied, her green eyes never leaving Avon’s.
    He hesitated, then he heard a man’s voice
from inside the interrogation room.
    “Don’t go there,” said the voice.
    Avon sighed, turned and walked by the
woman.  Stale cigarette smoke mixed with the unmistakeable smell of urine in
the room depressed him.  He remained standing beside the table with two
chairs.  Keep positive, he thought.
    “Who’re we expecting?” asked Avon.
    The woman just laughed, but she seemed
disposed to him and he felt relieved as a result.
    “Have a seat Captain Avon.”
    He sat down and she offered him a vile
smelling cigarette.
    “You must’ve looked at my file. You know I
don’t use those things.”
    “Don’t smoke it.  Just burn it.  It’ll
cover up the stink of piss in here and I can’t stand holding them.  Would you
do that for me?”
    Relief flushed over Avon.  I’m not under
suspicion.  The woman looked at the glass wall and made a cutting motion
under her chin with her left hand.  Avon knew that the watchers had just turned
off the video feed, maybe even the audio too.
    “We are looking at the chip you gave us
now.  I need to know anything you might be able to add from the scene,” the
woman said.
    “Best if you ask me direct questions.  It
was all over when we got there.”
    “Ok.  There’s some confusion about the lead
chopper.  We need the nose feed.”
    “Use my phone.  Dial Star 61 and it’ll
connect you to the mechanic in charge of spooling feeds upon arrival,” replied
Avon.
    The woman left the room and handed Avon’s
phone to someone waiting just outside the door.  A second woman returned with
the first.  Avon looked at the two of them and jumped to attention when he
recognized the second woman.  That one’s right up there in Mossad, he
thought, trying to remember the Special Forces briefing years ago that she had
attended.  He remembered her because she had an ugly face but lovely eyes and
the incongruence made her appealing.
    “At ease, Captain.  We just need any
information you may have, and fast.  In any kidnapping, it is the first
forty-eight hours that matter.  Try to remember things out of place.  Was
anyone suspicious looking?” asked the second woman.
    “That cameraman.  There was something off
about him.  The woman I recognized from Al Jazeera reports, but the camera guy,
well, I dunno.  He was too careful.  Like he was hiding something, but maybe it
was just the memory I took from him in the transport,” replied Avon.
    “Do you think the nose camera got a clear
shot of him?” asked the two women together.
    These women are involved personally in
this, he thought.
    “I ordered a video sweep to do just that. 
I’m sure we got everyone.  Just not positive we got all the faces.  Anyway, I
dropped the reporters off at their hotel and I left a unit there just to be
sure.  We can get ‘em.  No problem.”
    “We’re gonna look at that film ourselves,
Captain.  Please wait here.  We’ll be back shortly.  You want coffee or
something?” asked the first woman.
    “Water, please.”
    Yochana, recently called back from an
imposed early retirement, caught the reflection of her large nose in the glass
of the two way mirror in the room adjacent to the one holding the captain.  She
noticed the tension in her oldest friend’s posture, her shoulders rising up and
her teeth gripped tight.  A young man, dressed in baggy clothes and a coffee
stained t-shirt, ushered the women into two chairs.  He opened his palms
outwards and slid his hands in the air and a holographic image of the rooftop
lookout