Even if it was a bit of a hike, Cameron wouldn’t let them take any kind of public transportation or his motorcycle. After a long dash that had Siobhan’s lungs feeling raw, Cam finally let them slow down to a walking pace. “If we weren’t on the top of the wanted list before, we will be as soon as Eli gets a report in,” he said. “I’d be shocked if they’re not waiting for us at my bike and getting on a bus increases our risk of being recognized. The walk to Ibrahim’s place isn’t any worse than what I made you walk on your first day in Jerusalem.” Siobhan smiled at the memory. That had been a fun, if exhausting, day. Then she remembered the scene in the coffee shop parking lot. Her smile faded at once. “Who was that man?” she asked. “Eli Segal was my partner when I was an agent. He helped me run down the evidence about Hamas starting a tunneling program in Jerusalem. He’s a good guy and a friend.
