The Rembrandt Affair

from Gabriel’s thoughts, just as the list of names and account numbers was never far from his side. Katz, Stern, Hirsch, Greenberg, Kaplan, Cohen, Klein, Abramowitz, Stein, Rosenbaum, Herzfeld …Shamron referred to them as the invisible members of Gabriel’s team.
    Shamron displayed an admirable restraint within the walls of the safe house, but for an hour each day, on the wooden bench atop Parliament Hill, he would privately share with Gabriel his fears about the operation that lay ahead. He began their final meeting by expressing his concerns about Gabriel’s leading man.
    “Your entire operation hinges on Mikhail making one key decision. Can he get into Martin’s office cleanly and stay there for an hour and fifteen minutes without anyone noticing his absence? If he makes the wrong decision, it’s going to be a party to remember.”
    “You’re concerned he might be too aggressive?”
    “Not necessarily. Mikhail was a mess when he came home from Russia. Almost as bad as you and Chiara. After what he went through in that birch forest, he might not take the risks necessary to pull off his assignment.”
    “He’s been trained by the Sayeret and the Office, Ari. When he walks through the door of Villa Elma tomorrow night, he won’t be Mikhail Abramov. He’ll be Mikhail Danilov, Russian millionaire and consort of Zoe Reed.”
    “Was it really necessary to give a hundred thousand euros of my money to Martin’s foundation?”
    “Mr. Danilov insisted.”
    “Did he?”
    “Mr. Danilov wanted to make a good first impression. He’s also not the sort of man who likes to come across as a freeloader. Mr. Danilov is quite well off. And he always pays his own way.”
    “Let’s just hope Mr. Danilov makes the right choice about whether to go after the computer. Not only for his sake but for Zoe’s, not to mention your friend Uzi Navot.” Shamron ignited a cigarette. “I hear he’s already won many friends and admirers at Thames House and Vauxhall Cross.”
    “And you?”
    “I will admit to being impressed by Uzi’s debut on the international stage. If this operation proves to be a success, it will go down as one of the greatest triumphs in the history of the Office. And to think Uzi actually tried to kill it before it could even take flight.” Shamron glanced at Gabriel. “Maybe next time he won’t let his ego get in the way when you try to tell him something.”
    Gabriel made no reply.
    “I see you didn’t include your wife on the team for Geneva,” Shamron said. “I assume it wasn’t an oversight.”
    “She’s not happy about it, but I want her to stay here with you and Uzi.”
    “Maybe you should consider doing the same.” Shamron smoked in silence for a moment. “I suppose I don’t have to remind you that you operated in Switzerland quite recently or that there was a great deal of bloodshed involved. It’s possible the Swiss are aware of your recent visits to the country. Which means that if anything goes wrong tomorrow evening, it might be a long time before I can get you out again.”
    “I’m not going to let anyone else run the show in Geneva, Ari.”
    “I assumed that would be your answer. Just make sure you abide by the Eleventh Commandment. Don’t get caught.”
    “Do you have any other helpful advice?”
    “Bring Zoe Reed home alive.” Shamron dropped his cigarette to the ground. “I wouldn’t want Uzi’s London debut to close after its opening night.”

    I F THERE WAS a chink in the armor of the Office, it was the problem of passports. In most cases, undercover Israeli agents could not carry Israeli passports since Israeli citizens were not allowed to enter target countries or, as in the case of Switzerland, were regarded with suspicion by local authorities. Therefore, after a round of intense negotiations, it was decided that all eight members of the Geneva team would travel on false American or Commonwealth passports. It was a magnanimous but necessary gesture that guaranteed the operation would not crumble at the gates of passport control. Even so, Gabriel took the routine Office precaution of sending his team into Geneva on three different flights and by three different routes. There were some traditions that died hard, even in a multilateral world.
    His own flight was KLM 1022, departing London Heathrow at 5:05 p.m., arriving Geneva International at ten after a brief stopover in Amsterdam, which Gabriel found fitting. He had an American passport that identified