Chapter 131 Catherine

• I hear a few beeps, then a man’s voice comes from the computer. “Esguerra. I was wondering when you would be in touch.” The speaker has an American accent and sounds well educated, if a bit stuffy. I immediately picture a middle-aged man in a suit. A bureaucrat of some kind, but a senior one, judging from the confidence in his voice. One of Patrick’s government contacts, perhaps?
• “I assume our Israeli friends filled you in already,” Patrick says.
• Holding my breath, I listen intently, not wanting to miss anything. I don’t know why Patrick decided to let me learn this way, but I’m not about to quibble.