The baby gyrated, giving her that unique fluttering sensation. “Hey, little guy, calm down.” Not even born yet, and he was already making her laugh.
On his way back to the hostel, Rabbi Josh noticed a car cruising down the quiet street with the passenger-side door open and a foot dangling through. As the car passed by, he recognized Professor Silver. Despite the pain in his blistered feet, the rabbi gave chase, reaching the car just as it stopped near the end of the street. He pulled the door open. “What’s going on here?”
The driver removed his hand from Levy’s forearm. The fingers left red marks on the professor’s skin. Mirror shades hid the driver’s eyes. His yarmulke sat on slicked-back, black hair. Rabbi Josh smelled a strong fragrance in the car.
“Joshua!” The professor got out, forcing Rabbi Josh to step back. “What a pleasant surprise!”
The rabbi realized the aroma simulated citrus blossom. “Are you alright?”
“Shalom!” Silver waved at the driver. “All the best.” He slammed the door. Threading his arm in the rabbi’s. “What a beautiful morning!”
Rabbi Josh’s eyes followed the departing car. “What was that all about?”
“That nice young man gave me a ride from a little coffee shop on Ben-Yehuda Street. You know it?”
“He didn’t seem so nice.”
“Well educated, works for a large organization. We discussed the American vote, of course. I reminded him what the prophet Ezekiel said: Israel is like a sheep among the wolves.” Silver chuckled. “He thinks China would take over as our benefactor. Can you believe it?”
“I believe God is our real benefactor, not America or China.” Rabbi Josh’s feet were on fire. He found a low wall separating a private garden from the sidewalk and sat with a sigh of relief.
“I told you to see a doctor.”
The rabbi wanted to remove his shoes to air out the angry blisters but knew his swollen feet would not fit back into the shoes. “Let’s go,” he said, grimacing. “I need to lie down.”
They turned the corner onto Ramban Street and had to step off the sidewalk. A woman with a glue roller stuck a yellow placard on a wall, announcing a rally at the Jaffa Gate tonight. The wall was covered by different posters that alternately protested the American vote, accused the Israeli government of underhanded actions, faulted American Jews for electing a president hostile to Israel, or pointed out that everything happened because God had ordained it in His wisdom. The ads were signed by various organizations-Union of Orthodox Synagogues, Peace Now, the Chief Rabbinate, Reform Congregations of Israel, Boys and Girls Scouts, Hebrew Gay and Lesbian Society, Chabad of Israel, United Kibbutz Movement, Bnai B’rith, and others
Silver peered closely. “What a rancorous people.”
“Argumentative is a better word. And fearful, I think.”
“Why fear? Isn’t the Messiah due to come when Israel fights a great war against the whole world?”
“Gog and Magog?”
“Armageddon.” Silver waved a fist. “God will show the goyim who is king. The best thing for Israel.”
“The End of Days is a minority view.” Rabbi Josh touched the red marks on the professor’s forearm. “Must have been quite an argument.”
“You know how Israelis are with politics. They beat you up for disagreeing and hug you for standing up for your opinion.”
“I didn’t know you believe in Armageddon as the ultimate salvation.”
“You can barely walk.” The professor stopped, gazing down. “It could get infected.”
“Levy!” Masada was marching toward them, her long legs consuming the distance rapidly. “I was looking for you!”
Rabbi Josh didn’t let go of the professor’s arm. “Good morning, Masada.”
“Your morning is good. Not mine.”
“I hope it improves.” He was determined not to respond in kind to her misguided hostility. “A person is happier when able to distinguish between good and evil.”
“Can you distinguish?” She pulled Professor Silver toward the hostel.
“Come now, meidaleh,” Silver said. “Not nice to speak like that. Joshua is grieving.”
“I’m grieving too!”
The rabbi watched the professor follow Masada up the stairs and into the Ramban Hostel. Resting against a parked car, he sighed. Could he tell good from evil? Whoever bribed Mahoney was evil. But was Masada evil? His gut told him she was good. She was also angry. And sad. But her intentions were noble, he was certain. And Al? He had not been evil either. Mentally ill, yes, and delusional, easy to manipulate, but merely as a pawn, not a general. That left Professor Levy Silver. But could such a wise Jewish man, so learned and warm, be wrapped around a core of evil?
Across the street, a mother walked with a boy about Raul’s age, with reddish hair and springy feet. Rabbi Josh searched the boy’s face for Raul’s features, as he had been doing every time a child reminded him of his son.
Stop it! Raul is gone! Free of this world. He’s sitting with God.
The rabbi suddenly remembered Silver’s dramatic declaration after Raul’s death, that the disaster had moved him to make aliyah. He had not mentioned the scheduled procedure to save his vision. Another small lie. But was it an indication of a propensity for bigger and worse lies? Could Levy be the one who had sent Al to bribe Mahoney, to stalk Masada, to shoot a gun in the temple? Had Levy told Al to rape her?
No! It’s too monstrous! Impossible!
Rabbi Josh pressed his temples until his head hurt. Levy Silver had no reason to do these things. He was a retired academic with an affinity for unnecessary secrets and silly inconsistencies, but he wasn’t evil. Could he be a true believer in Armageddon? Fanaticism could hide behind the most civilized facade.
Rabbi Josh stepped toward the hostel, his shoes rubbing the raw blisters. He recalled something that had made no sense at the time. What had Colonel Ness said at the Wailing Wall? You just don’t want to see it. It’s too inconvenient.
Masada led Professor Silver into the hostel. “Okay, Levy! I have some tough questions for you!”
“Really?” He approached the front desk, and the clerk handed him some papers. He browsed the papers and handed them to Masada. “Take a look.”
The first page was a letter from a Phoenix law firm confirming that Monte Loeb, Esq., would represent Miss El-Tal subject to receipt of the professor’s $10,000 retainer check, as well as his signature on the enclosed agreement to place a lien on his house to guarantee payment of all her legal fees and expenses.
“So?” Silver beamed. “What do you think now of your old friend?”
Masada looked again at the letter and the guarantee. “Thank you, but I can’t let you do this. You could be on the hook for a lot of money. You could lose your home!”
“It’s just walls and a roof. And this lawyer is worth every penny.” Silver chortled. “I spoke to seven lawyers in Phoenix early this morning. They all said the same thing: Get Monte Loeb. He’s the best immigration lawyer in Arizona.”
Masada looked at the letter again. “Ten thousand in advance?”
“Loeb read about you in the newspapers. He’ll play hardball.” Silver looked at his watch. “We’re having a telephone conference with him tomorrow, after we return from Mount Masada. Now, what’s your tough question?”
She shrugged. How stupid she’d been to suspect him. “Did you search my Corvette for the memory stick?”
“Yes. I had to look for it because I had a terrible feeling.” He pounded his chest with a fist. “Dreadful, just like before my son was killed. A premonition. Something terrible was going to happen to me, but instead-”
“It happened to Raul.”
He nodded.
“The memory stick is in a safe place.” She bent her leg, the brace pressing her knee.
“I should have told you.” He sighed. “Please forgive me.”
She hugged him. “I’m going to pay you back the legal fees as soon as I can.”