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justifies my prices. And “natural” means no investigation, perhaps not even any questions. I can slip away afterward without pursuit. And make fewer enemies in the process.
    “One thing concerns me,” I said. “I don’t understand the need for deniability. With the kind of stuff he’s been up to, I would think that you or anyone else could kill Manny any way you wanted.”
    They glanced at each other. Obviously I’d been right in sensing that this would be a sensitive topic.
    After a moment, Boaz said, “We have reason to believe that Lavi is a CIA asset.”
    In my mind, the price of the job instantly doubled.
    “You have reason?” I said.
    He shrugged. “We’re not positive. But obviously, if there is a relationship, we don’t want to have to apologize.”
    “Why would the Agency want this guy as an asset? Why not just put him six feet under?”
    “The CIA has exaggerated ideas of its own capabilities,” Gil said. “They think they can do more good running people like Lavi than they can by just killing them. They think the intelligence they get from Lavi and his type serves the ‘big picture’ and the ‘greater good.’ ”
    Boaz asked, “You know A. Q. Khan?”
    “The father of the Pakistani bomb,” I said. “And a whole lot of illegitimate children, too, if the news is getting it right. The Paks arrested him for running an international Nukes R Us, then pardoned him pretty much the next day.”
    Boaz nodded. “Makes you wonder what you have to do to get thrown in jail over there.”
    Gil said, “Khan sold his nuclear starter kit to Iran, Libya, North Korea, and others, possibly including some nonstate actors. It turns out the CIA was watching Khan for thirty years. Everything he did, he did right under their noses. Twice the CIA persuaded Dutch intelligence agents not to arrest Khan because the CIA wanted to follow his trail.”
    “What about your people?” I asked. “Sounds like Khan was ripe for an accident.”
    “We very stupidly deferred to the CIA on how to handle him,” Gil said. “With Khan, everyone was too clever by half. We’re not making those mistakes anymore.”
    “So you think the Agency might be taking the same approach with Manny that it took with Khan.”
    “Similar,” Boaz said. “Not the same. Khan was never a U.S. asset. We think Lavi might be. But either way, we’re no longer interested in trying to get these characters to lead us to other characters. That’s all just a . . . what do you say, ‘circle jerk’?”
    “I think you could call it that, yeah.”
    He smiled, pleased at his use of the idiom. “Well, we’ve learned from our mistakes. Now, when we find people like Lavi, we just make them dead. In this case, for the reasons we’ve shared with you, dead with discretion is preferable.”
    We were all quiet for a long time. Then I said, “If this might offend the CIA, there’s more risk. The prices we discussed a few minutes ago won’t do it.”
    Boaz looked at me and said, “Tell us what will.”

THREE
     
     
    O VER THE NEXT FEW DAYS in Manila, Dox and I learned two important things. First, Manny wasn’t actually staying at the hotel. He would show up there once or twice a day, typically in the early afternoon, and sometimes again in the evening. He would stick around for about an hour, then depart again for parts unknown. Second, a hotel car, one of a small fleet of four identical black Mercedes S-classes, was taking him around. We never saw the car, license plate MPH 777, except when it pulled in to deliver Manny, and then the driver would wait in the carport until Manny had reemerged. It didn’t even come back at night. Manny must have reserved it on a twenty-four-hour basis, possibly for the duration of his stay.
    I was tempted to call the front desk—“Hello, this is Mr. Hartman, can you remind me, how long did I reserve the hotel car?”—which might have given us an indication of how long Manny planned to be in town. But I decided