fine silky eyebrows rose a little and she drew her lips in a tight smile.
“Hello Lieutenant, remember me?”
He stopped, trying not to look at her legs. “How can I forget? How have you been, Miriam?”
“Oh, you remember my name?”
“Sure, none of the guys in my outfit would let me forget it. Where did you learn to shoot so well?”
“Growing up, my father taught me to use an old Syrian AK-47 that he captured during the 6-Day War. It was easy to convert that training to the Galili and Uzi.”
Levi, lifting a match to relight his pipe, looked at the pair sitting before him and noticed their uneasiness.
“Enough of this chit-chat. Let’s get down to business. Since you both know each other I guess I don’t have to introduce you, but just to be formal, Miss. Miriam Wagner, this is Mr. David Bernstein. And, by the way, since you’ll be working under me, no more Sergeant Wagner and Lieutenant Bernstein, is that clear?
In spite of that, I want you to become a new Kidon team for me. Oh, I know most teams have three members, but I think with the assignment I have in mind for you, you should be able to utilize others in the field to fill in for assistance. What I’m mainly interested in is finding a certain Hans Huber.”
“So who is this person, Levi?” asked Miriam quickly, before David could open his mouth.
“Let me back up a bit before I answer that question, Miriam. You may or may not know that over the last few years there have been quite a number of Jews murdered in Europe, all very wealthy, I might add. Until recently these crimes have been investigated simply as single occurrences, but recently investigators in Switzerland have uncovered a possible connection between them. A friend of mine, Inspector Servette, of the Police Department, in Geneva has asked for our help. It seems that there has been a murder of an elderly Jewish couple living in Switzerland. The evidence from that crime seems to connect with other murders in Germany and Switzerland. However most of these crimes have grown cold and Servette, in a conversation asked if we could possibly investigate. Since this would be your first assignment as Kidon, I have decided to give the case to you.”
“What’s the evidence that seems to connect these murders Levi?” David responded.
“All I know is that whoever has committed these murders seems to leave a calling card behind.”
“His calling card!”
“Yes, it seems that after he kills his victims he carves a lightning-like slash on arms or legs.”
Miriam turned to Levi, “sound like a real sick bastard.”
Levi continued, “I want you to go down to the Data Center in the basement and see if Malcolm can give you any more background on this case. But be careful, I woke him even before I woke you this morning and he has been working on this case already. He’s pretty grumpy about my calling him in this early. David, standing, shook his head, “well, I can understand that,” he said and headed for the door.
“Wait,” Levi said. “Remember the Data Center has a man trap to enter. You’ll need both your magnetic pass key to this building as well as your right index finger-print to get into that room. Come back to see me later when you and Malcolm have combed the archives for information about your target and then we’ll develop a plan of action.
Miriam got up and looked at the beard on the other side of the desk encased in pipe smoke, as David left.
“Who’s in charge on this little assignment, Levi?”
“I guess you’ll have to figure that out as you go along.” Levi said with a laugh.
“Where’s the data center?” Miriam almost shouted at the back of David as he hurried down the corridor.
“In the basement,” he said, not even looking over his shoulder passing the elevator.
“Where are you going?”
“To the stairs. I don’t like elevators.”
Miriam stopped, bushed the down button and waited as David disappeared through a door at the end of the
“Hello Lieutenant, remember me?”
He stopped, trying not to look at her legs. “How can I forget? How have you been, Miriam?”
“Oh, you remember my name?”
“Sure, none of the guys in my outfit would let me forget it. Where did you learn to shoot so well?”
“Growing up, my father taught me to use an old Syrian AK-47 that he captured during the 6-Day War. It was easy to convert that training to the Galili and Uzi.”
Levi, lifting a match to relight his pipe, looked at the pair sitting before him and noticed their uneasiness.
“Enough of this chit-chat. Let’s get down to business. Since you both know each other I guess I don’t have to introduce you, but just to be formal, Miss. Miriam Wagner, this is Mr. David Bernstein. And, by the way, since you’ll be working under me, no more Sergeant Wagner and Lieutenant Bernstein, is that clear?
In spite of that, I want you to become a new Kidon team for me. Oh, I know most teams have three members, but I think with the assignment I have in mind for you, you should be able to utilize others in the field to fill in for assistance. What I’m mainly interested in is finding a certain Hans Huber.”
“So who is this person, Levi?” asked Miriam quickly, before David could open his mouth.
“Let me back up a bit before I answer that question, Miriam. You may or may not know that over the last few years there have been quite a number of Jews murdered in Europe, all very wealthy, I might add. Until recently these crimes have been investigated simply as single occurrences, but recently investigators in Switzerland have uncovered a possible connection between them. A friend of mine, Inspector Servette, of the Police Department, in Geneva has asked for our help. It seems that there has been a murder of an elderly Jewish couple living in Switzerland. The evidence from that crime seems to connect with other murders in Germany and Switzerland. However most of these crimes have grown cold and Servette, in a conversation asked if we could possibly investigate. Since this would be your first assignment as Kidon, I have decided to give the case to you.”
“What’s the evidence that seems to connect these murders Levi?” David responded.
“All I know is that whoever has committed these murders seems to leave a calling card behind.”
“His calling card!”
“Yes, it seems that after he kills his victims he carves a lightning-like slash on arms or legs.”
Miriam turned to Levi, “sound like a real sick bastard.”
Levi continued, “I want you to go down to the Data Center in the basement and see if Malcolm can give you any more background on this case. But be careful, I woke him even before I woke you this morning and he has been working on this case already. He’s pretty grumpy about my calling him in this early. David, standing, shook his head, “well, I can understand that,” he said and headed for the door.
“Wait,” Levi said. “Remember the Data Center has a man trap to enter. You’ll need both your magnetic pass key to this building as well as your right index finger-print to get into that room. Come back to see me later when you and Malcolm have combed the archives for information about your target and then we’ll develop a plan of action.
Miriam got up and looked at the beard on the other side of the desk encased in pipe smoke, as David left.
“Who’s in charge on this little assignment, Levi?”
“I guess you’ll have to figure that out as you go along.” Levi said with a laugh.
“Where’s the data center?” Miriam almost shouted at the back of David as he hurried down the corridor.
“In the basement,” he said, not even looking over his shoulder passing the elevator.
“Where are you going?”
“To the stairs. I don’t like elevators.”
Miriam stopped, bushed the down button and waited as David disappeared through a door at the end of the
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