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got the name right. Why?” Gali sounded interested.
“It doesn’t matter. Let’s continue. Do you know the wounded man?”
“Yes, I know him. His name is Igor. Igor Harsovsky. He volunteered to aid our association, and he’s an amazing man. A kind and generous soul.”
“What do you know about him?” asked Alush.
“He emigrated from Russia. A Jewish man who made a lot of money over there, came here many years ago and decided to invest in green economy and promote environmental issues. He contacted us and wanted to donate and assist us. Just unbelievable…” Tears flooded her eyes and she hurried to wipe them away.
“You have any idea who could have come in here and started shooting people just like that?” asked Alush. He noticed that her earlobes connected gently to the sides of her cheeks and that they were adorned with tiny snail-shaped gold earnings.
“No. Not even a hint.”
“Could you identify the shooter?”
“No, he wore a ski mask.”
“You think he wanted to hurt all of you, or only Harsovsky?”
“I don’t know. I find the whole thing difficult to believe. Why would anyone want to hurt us…why would anyone want to hurt…”
“How long have you known him, that Harsovsky?” Alush cut her off again.
“A few weeks, I think. He was the one who made the initial contact,” she clarified.
“Did you check his background? Where he came from and what his current line of work is?” Alush continued, his face devoid of expression.
“Honestly, no. We were so excited by his offer that we simply…” Gali somehow found it difficult to explain the deep and immediate sense of trust she felt for Igor.
Alush rose from his seat, approached the commanding officer of the forensic team and chatted with him in a low voice.
One of the team members came up to them and showed them an object he had found between the scattered chairs—an expensive leather wallet with Cyrillic letters on it. Alush peeked into the wallet and fished an Israeli driving license from it. The serious and tanned face of a man stared back from the plastic card. He appeared to be about fifty-five, with dark blue eyes, thick hair, an upturned nose and tense, smile-less lips.
Alush pressed the speed dial button on his cell phone.
Gali heard him reading Igor’s name and license number to someone on the other end. She drew nearer to him, pretending her movement was incidental, and with great effort could hear a feminine voice reporting to the investigating officer, “You don’t say? That’s the same man Interpol sent us the questionnaire about this week.”
Alush moved away from Gali, and she couldn’t hear the voice on the other side of the call any longer.
“Yes, someone tried to put a few dozen holes in him with an M16,” she heard Alush mumbling back. “Let me speak with Dadon.”
After a few seconds, Alush continued to blurt quickly into the receiver, “Son, the man who was shot is being treated in the Tel Hashomer Hospital. Make sure there’s some tight security over there. No one should see him until I’ll get there to conduct an initial investigation,” he said and closed his phone.
Gali walked away from him a bit and tried to instill some order in her confused thoughts.
Alush came over to her and touched her shoulder. Gali turned around fearfully. She was nervous and as tense as a wound spring.
“I’ve just been told Interpol has been asking questions about Igor Harsovsky, the renowned philanthropist… lots of questions,” said Alush, carefully examining Gali Shviro’s reaction.
Her mouth opened wide with shock. “How can this be? Why would they be looking for him?” she asked, her body leaning forward. She remained with her mouth wide open and continued to pretend the message shocked her and she hadn’t eavesdropped on Alush’s conversation.
“Why? Why not?” answered Alush, the words coming out of his mouth slowly. “Weapon deals, commercial fraud…and that’s just a partial
“It doesn’t matter. Let’s continue. Do you know the wounded man?”
“Yes, I know him. His name is Igor. Igor Harsovsky. He volunteered to aid our association, and he’s an amazing man. A kind and generous soul.”
“What do you know about him?” asked Alush.
“He emigrated from Russia. A Jewish man who made a lot of money over there, came here many years ago and decided to invest in green economy and promote environmental issues. He contacted us and wanted to donate and assist us. Just unbelievable…” Tears flooded her eyes and she hurried to wipe them away.
“You have any idea who could have come in here and started shooting people just like that?” asked Alush. He noticed that her earlobes connected gently to the sides of her cheeks and that they were adorned with tiny snail-shaped gold earnings.
“No. Not even a hint.”
“Could you identify the shooter?”
“No, he wore a ski mask.”
“You think he wanted to hurt all of you, or only Harsovsky?”
“I don’t know. I find the whole thing difficult to believe. Why would anyone want to hurt us…why would anyone want to hurt…”
“How long have you known him, that Harsovsky?” Alush cut her off again.
“A few weeks, I think. He was the one who made the initial contact,” she clarified.
“Did you check his background? Where he came from and what his current line of work is?” Alush continued, his face devoid of expression.
“Honestly, no. We were so excited by his offer that we simply…” Gali somehow found it difficult to explain the deep and immediate sense of trust she felt for Igor.
Alush rose from his seat, approached the commanding officer of the forensic team and chatted with him in a low voice.
One of the team members came up to them and showed them an object he had found between the scattered chairs—an expensive leather wallet with Cyrillic letters on it. Alush peeked into the wallet and fished an Israeli driving license from it. The serious and tanned face of a man stared back from the plastic card. He appeared to be about fifty-five, with dark blue eyes, thick hair, an upturned nose and tense, smile-less lips.
Alush pressed the speed dial button on his cell phone.
Gali heard him reading Igor’s name and license number to someone on the other end. She drew nearer to him, pretending her movement was incidental, and with great effort could hear a feminine voice reporting to the investigating officer, “You don’t say? That’s the same man Interpol sent us the questionnaire about this week.”
Alush moved away from Gali, and she couldn’t hear the voice on the other side of the call any longer.
“Yes, someone tried to put a few dozen holes in him with an M16,” she heard Alush mumbling back. “Let me speak with Dadon.”
After a few seconds, Alush continued to blurt quickly into the receiver, “Son, the man who was shot is being treated in the Tel Hashomer Hospital. Make sure there’s some tight security over there. No one should see him until I’ll get there to conduct an initial investigation,” he said and closed his phone.
Gali walked away from him a bit and tried to instill some order in her confused thoughts.
Alush came over to her and touched her shoulder. Gali turned around fearfully. She was nervous and as tense as a wound spring.
“I’ve just been told Interpol has been asking questions about Igor Harsovsky, the renowned philanthropist… lots of questions,” said Alush, carefully examining Gali Shviro’s reaction.
Her mouth opened wide with shock. “How can this be? Why would they be looking for him?” she asked, her body leaning forward. She remained with her mouth wide open and continued to pretend the message shocked her and she hadn’t eavesdropped on Alush’s conversation.
“Why? Why not?” answered Alush, the words coming out of his mouth slowly. “Weapon deals, commercial fraud…and that’s just a partial
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