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they both died in the same way as his late, lamented colleagues.
And to ensure they both knew why before they died.
*
On the table in front of Levi Eshkol were the four documents. Each document was lengthy and of a fair size. Eshkol had scanned the pages of each document, carefully turning each leaf and speed reading as he made steady and gratifying progress through them.
The four men who had brought the documents to the house were now talking quietly amongst themselves, giving Eshkol the opportunity to browse through the fruits of their labours. They had all played their part in what could prove to be one of the momentous turning points in modern Israel’s chequered history.
Weitzman was responsible for the document covering the Americas. His legal team had worked in oppressive secrecy putting together the framework of the document. All members had been sworn to secrecy by Weitzman with the promise of great wealth when their work was completed. He had also promised them an uncertain future if news of their work leaked out.
The second document had been the responsibility of Binbaum. His team had covered Western Europe, but not the Federal Republic. All assets in central Europe had been included too. Conditions had been the same for his team as they had for Weitzman’s.
Goldman held responsibility for South Africa and Australasia. His cloak of respectability hid his real politics but opened many doors, particularly in the one party states like Zimbabwe and Zaire. The third document was his.
Hess, naturally, had been in an excellent position to concentrate on Germany. He was able to assemble a hand-picked team from the fifty thousand Jews who lived in the Republic. Their allegiance would be total and without question. No need for bribes but promises had been made by him nonetheless.
This left Eshkol. His own document was still in his briefcase. There was no need to scan the pages of course, but it covered Israel and other areas of interest that the other members of the group had been unable to cover. When he had finished reading through the other four, he pulled his own contribution from the briefcase and laid it carefully on top of the others. He felt an almost overwhelming relief even though their task was still not complete. But to reach this stage had been like coming to the end of one part of an extremely tedious and dangerous journey. The rest, God willing, should be relatively straightforward.
He smiled and stretched languidly, then placed his hand almost reverentially on the binders which he had stacked one on top of the other. There, on paper, was Manfred Schiller’s entire empire. The others immediately stopped their quiet bubble of conversation and looked his way.
“Gentlemen,” he said. “I give you The Eagle’s Covenant.”
CHAPTER FOUR
It was midnight and Hoffman was back at his desk at police headquarters in Bonn. He had cleared it of all outstanding work, consigning most of it to an ambitious, young graduate policeman who was coming up for promotion. He had phoned his wife to tell her what she already knew; that he would not be coming home that night. A truckle bed was made up in the corner of the room just inside the door of Hoffman’s office. Jansch had wandered in and out a few times in the last hour and was now sitting opposite him.
“Well?” Hoffman asked, stifling a yawn. “Is it good news? Have you caught the kidnappers?”
Jansch smiled at his boss’s deprecating humour. “No, but we have the results of the DNA sample.”
Hoffman sat up. “Do we have a match?”
Jansch slid the file across the desk. “Chap called Karl Trucco. There’s a full profile on him in there.”
“Fill me in.”
“American. Member of a militia group in Michigan. Arrested in connection with the Alfred Murray Federal Building explosion in Oklahoma. That was in April, ninety five. FBI linked him with the Branch Davidian cult at Waco. Remember the siege? The Alfred Murray explosion was a couple
And to ensure they both knew why before they died.
*
On the table in front of Levi Eshkol were the four documents. Each document was lengthy and of a fair size. Eshkol had scanned the pages of each document, carefully turning each leaf and speed reading as he made steady and gratifying progress through them.
The four men who had brought the documents to the house were now talking quietly amongst themselves, giving Eshkol the opportunity to browse through the fruits of their labours. They had all played their part in what could prove to be one of the momentous turning points in modern Israel’s chequered history.
Weitzman was responsible for the document covering the Americas. His legal team had worked in oppressive secrecy putting together the framework of the document. All members had been sworn to secrecy by Weitzman with the promise of great wealth when their work was completed. He had also promised them an uncertain future if news of their work leaked out.
The second document had been the responsibility of Binbaum. His team had covered Western Europe, but not the Federal Republic. All assets in central Europe had been included too. Conditions had been the same for his team as they had for Weitzman’s.
Goldman held responsibility for South Africa and Australasia. His cloak of respectability hid his real politics but opened many doors, particularly in the one party states like Zimbabwe and Zaire. The third document was his.
Hess, naturally, had been in an excellent position to concentrate on Germany. He was able to assemble a hand-picked team from the fifty thousand Jews who lived in the Republic. Their allegiance would be total and without question. No need for bribes but promises had been made by him nonetheless.
This left Eshkol. His own document was still in his briefcase. There was no need to scan the pages of course, but it covered Israel and other areas of interest that the other members of the group had been unable to cover. When he had finished reading through the other four, he pulled his own contribution from the briefcase and laid it carefully on top of the others. He felt an almost overwhelming relief even though their task was still not complete. But to reach this stage had been like coming to the end of one part of an extremely tedious and dangerous journey. The rest, God willing, should be relatively straightforward.
He smiled and stretched languidly, then placed his hand almost reverentially on the binders which he had stacked one on top of the other. There, on paper, was Manfred Schiller’s entire empire. The others immediately stopped their quiet bubble of conversation and looked his way.
“Gentlemen,” he said. “I give you The Eagle’s Covenant.”
CHAPTER FOUR
It was midnight and Hoffman was back at his desk at police headquarters in Bonn. He had cleared it of all outstanding work, consigning most of it to an ambitious, young graduate policeman who was coming up for promotion. He had phoned his wife to tell her what she already knew; that he would not be coming home that night. A truckle bed was made up in the corner of the room just inside the door of Hoffman’s office. Jansch had wandered in and out a few times in the last hour and was now sitting opposite him.
“Well?” Hoffman asked, stifling a yawn. “Is it good news? Have you caught the kidnappers?”
Jansch smiled at his boss’s deprecating humour. “No, but we have the results of the DNA sample.”
Hoffman sat up. “Do we have a match?”
Jansch slid the file across the desk. “Chap called Karl Trucco. There’s a full profile on him in there.”
“Fill me in.”
“American. Member of a militia group in Michigan. Arrested in connection with the Alfred Murray Federal Building explosion in Oklahoma. That was in April, ninety five. FBI linked him with the Branch Davidian cult at Waco. Remember the siege? The Alfred Murray explosion was a couple
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