The director wasn’t known for his thoughtful pauses, leaving Art waiting uncomfortably.“Who confirmed this?” The director’s voice hinted at irritation.“Israeli Intelligence,” Art answered. “Meir Shari. He was their military liaison in D.C. when I met him. His information is solid.”Jones had no doubt about that. The theory, though, was conjecture. There could be doubts about it. The problem was that it made sense, and couldn’t be confirmed or disproved. “We have a problem, then, Jefferson. If there is a third Khaled brother on that plane, and if the assassination was just meant to set things up as you think, there isn’t much we can do. And if you’re wrong, we might have to do something to prevent a possibility, something that just might kill a bunch of people.”“I know that,” Art said. “But if—”“If you’re right…” Jones thought on that. The information didn’t really change the equation in Washington, but it would end any speculation about how to respond.
