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Bathsheba’s breath tickled his nape. “You’re in good hands.”
    “I’m not interested.”
    “We’ll see.” The sponge dropped by his foot. Her hand descended through the crease between his buttocks, pushed forward between his thighs, and collected his erection in a tight grip. “At least someone here is telling the truth.” She nibbled his arm while her other hand reached around his hip. “Let’s finish cleaning you up.”
    *
    Prime Minister Rabin shifted on the sofa as if he couldn’t find a comfortable position. “Look, Weiss, it’s not a bad idea to have someone in my office coordinate all Israeli intelligence operations. It’s practical. But you’re too old for such responsibility.”
    “I’m a year younger than you and have fifty years of experience in clandestine activities.” Elie knew the prime minister couldn’t refuse a deal that guaranteed he would stay in power. This was mere posturing. “Any other issues?”
    “You’re not a team player.”
    “You mean, I won’t convene committees to ponder every operation long enough to make it obsolete?”
    Rabin laughed. “That’s how the government works.”
    “Would you trust a committee to devise a secret plan to ensure your political survival?” Elie used the word survival to drive home the point. “And when you lose, what’s the future of your peace agenda under a Netanyahu government?”
    “Oh, please.” Rabin shook his head. “There will never be a Netanyahu government. He barely made it to major in the army. The voters won’t put him in power.”
    “The polls tell a different story.”
    “I don’t believe trickery would sway the voters. And I don’t fight dirty.”
    “My plan is fail-safe. And there’s no prize for an honest loser.”
    “Are you calling me a loser?” Rabin’s smile was lopsided, more hurtful than humored. “Tell me about the Paris situation.”
    Elie swallowed his disappointment and responded in a measured tone. “With Al-Mazir out of the way, we’ll soon move on Abu Yusef and his Saudi sponsor.”
    “Arafat will be delighted.” Rabin looked at Elie for a moment, as if contemplating whether to say something. “Tanya Galinski was here the other day.”
    “Ah.” Elie was immediately concerned. “We go a long way back.”
    “So I’ve heard. She’s doing an excellent job running Mossad’s Europe desk.”
    “Is she?” He wondered whether Rabin mentioned Tanya as a possible opponent to his appointment as intelligence czar.
    “She was concerned,” Rabin said. “The spectacle of crashing cars and flying bullets so close to Paris seemed excessive. She said you’re better with a blade.”
    “The Munich Olympics massacre was also a spectacle. Al-Mazir’s death required equivalence.”
    “Tanya is upset with me.” The prime minister smirked, as if this was a personal tiff. “She gave me a little lecture about how only Mossad may operate abroad.”
    “Fine with me.”
    “Technically, that’s the law.”
    “Do you want Mossad to take over the Abu Yusef situation?”
    Rabin sighed. “Mossad has more lawyers than agents these days. I’ll be waiting for analysts to investigate, bureaucrats to exchange memos, accountants to authorize budgets, lawyers to issue caveats about the Geneva Convention—”
    “It will be different under me. How would peace survive if not by fear and intimidation of its opponents?”
    “That’s a twisted approach. Peace will succeed through prosperity, through momentum of positive results. The Arabs wouldn’t fight us if they had a good life.”
    “Illusions. Anti-Semitism is deadly bacteria, which have kept mutating over three thousand years into worse forms of cruelty toward Jews. It’s a brand of hatred that has thrived among rich and poor alike.”
    “That’s why I’m making peace!”
    “Peace won’t extinguish the most resilient germs in the history of human wickedness.”
    “So what? You want to kill a billion Muslims?”
    “Only the carriers who