she said. “You don’t want to meet him.”“No,” he said. “Not yet.”“What do you mean?” She looked at him, alarmed.“Only kidding. He’s all yours.”Tanya collected her coat from the rear seat.“I assume our deal is still on?” Elie did not turn to her, keeping the burnt skin out of her view.“Next time you screw with me, it won’t end with hot tea.”“Do not threaten me.” Elie pulled the wool cap down to his eyebrows. His head hung forward, his aquiline nose almost touching the steering wheel. Would Abraham’s son recognize the car as the one that had delivered the grenades to Redhead Dan? Even if he did, the cheap Deux Chevaux was a common car in Israel.She waved at the boy through the windshield. He waved back.“Ah,” Elie said, “the allure of youth.”“Jealous?”“Through and through.”One foot already outside the car, she pointed at the beggar’s cloak he was wearing. “That thing stinks like somebody pissed on it.”Lemmy watched Tanya get out of the little Citroën and walk up the street toward him.
