"Thank you for that," I say, swallowing my last bite of chicken. "As long as the tanks are full."
"I guarantee that you'll have the same quality air that we do," the captain says, smiling.
"What do you know about the shopping mall? Surely you've done some recon on the site?" I ask.
"We have indeed and I can honestly tell you that it looks completely legit. They've been working on it for three years, and not once have we seen anything remotely suspicious."
I have nothing to say to that. I find it difficult to believe that Tarighian is really building a shopping mall for Turkish Cypriots when he devotes the rest of his energy financing the Shadows' directives to kill and maim as many non-Muslims as they can.
After dinner Captain Martin takes me to the army's diving club, which overlooks gorgeous Larnaca Bay. I ask the captain if Cyprus is good for tourism, and he tells me that it's a fabulous vacation spot. When the Greek and Turkish Cypriots behave themselves, Cyprus is a fantastic island paradise.
"Actually the Turkish side of the island is even prettier," he says. "Mostly Turks and people from other Muslim countries visit the north. Everyone else comes to the south."
Captain Martin gives me a single tank, an MK2Plus regulator, a Glide 500 buoyancy compensator device, a Smart-Pro wrist computer, Twin Speed adjustable fins, a standard weight belt, and a frameless face mask. Everything fits nicely over my uniform, which will keep me warm enough, but I'll have to fasten the Osprey on my chest. Martin also gives me a small Diver Propulsion Device--a portable hand-held mechanism that propels a diver by dragging him through the water. This saves the diver's strength. I'm ready to go, but first I need to check in with Lambert.
I try my implant first. "Colonel, are you there?"
"I'm here, Sam. I take it you're in Cyprus?"
"Roger that. Everything's proceeding according to plan. They're treating me well."
"Glad to hear it."
"What have you found out about Sarah, Colonel?"
"Sam, we're doing everything we can to find her. Listen to me, now. You've got to let us handle this. There's still a good forty-eight hours or more before they expect you to be in Jerusalem. We have a lead on a suspect, and we're following up on that."
This is good news. "Who is it?"
"Sam, it's a bit premature--"
"Goddamn it, Colonel, this is my daughterwe're talking about." Needless to say, I'm a little pissed off. "If you want me to keep my mind off her and on this job here, then you'd better tell me everything you know."
"Right, Sam. I'm sorry. There's this boyfriend. Do you know about him?"
I have to think to remember his name. "A boy from Israel, isn't he?"
"Yes. Name of Eli Horowitz."
"That's him. Yeah, I remember Sarah mentioning him. What about him? Is hethe suspect?"
"She made plans to meet up with him in Jerusalem. We checked him out, and we learned that he was deported from the U.S. last year for an expired student visa. And for being on a terrorist watch list."
"Oh, shit," I say. I don't care who hears me.
"We're trying to find him as we speak. We've got people in Jerusalem hunting him down right now."
"What about Sarah's friend? The one she went with to Israel . . . what's her name? Rivka."
I hear Lambert sigh. When he does this, I know I'm not going to like what he has to say. "Sam, Rivka Cohen's dead. She was found in an alley in East Jerusalem, strangled to death."
"Oh, for God's sake, Colonel!" I'm losing my mind here. I want to pick up something and smash it to pieces. "I can't be here, Colonel. I've got to go to Israel now."
"Sam, you don't have the resources that we do. Believe me, we're in a better position to find Sarah than you are."
"It's methey want, Colonel. My daughter is just the bait."
"That's exactly why I can't let you go yet. Please, Sam. You have a job to do there, and we need you to do it. I know this sounds horrible, but you've got to forget about her for now."
I suck in a breath and say, "All right, Colonel. I'll do your little errand tonight, but come tomorrow morning I'm going to Israel--no matter where I am or what I'm doing. I'm picking up and leaving this fucking island, and I'm going to find my daughter. Do I make myself clear?"
I can't believe I just spoke to my commanding officer that way. But then again, I don't hold a military rank. Colonel Lambert is really just my supervisorand I'm his employee. It's not the same thing.
"I understand, Sam," Lambert says. "I don't blame you."
That calms me down a bit. "Thanks, Colonel. Sorry. I, er, got a little carried away."
"Don't worry about it. Just do what you have to do tonight and let us know what you find out."
We sign off and I look out the window at the bay. The sunset casts a bloodred spill over the choppy surface, and I wonder if that means anything.
At ten o'clock, well after dark, we board what's called a Rigid Raider--a fast patrol craft with a fiberglass reinforced plastic hull and a single 140-horsepower outboard motor. It's normally used to patrol harbors and inland waterways. The thing holds about eight or nine guys, and the captain tells me there's an even larger version of the Rigid Raider that holds up to twenty men. On this particular voyage a pilot and a private join the captain and me. From what I can tell, they know nothing about my mission. I imagine they're just following the captain's orders.
The pilot keeps the speed down so as not to attract too much attention. It's not uncommon to see these patrol boats at all times of the day or night, but I figure they think it's best that we keep a low profile. The boat moves along past Cape Pyle and then around the easternmost tip, Cape Gkreko. The water seems choppier here, and the captain tells me that there are strong currents on this side of the island. He wants to get me as close as possible to the Green Line because it's going to be a strenuous swim.
I can see the lights of Famagusta from here. The captain tells me to get ready and he helps me with the BCD and tank. The pilot turns off all the lights on the boat and cuts the engine down to a quiet putter.
"This is your stop," the captain says. He holds out his hand and I shake it.
"Thanks for everything," I say.
"Thank me when I pick you up in the morning." He doesn't say ifhe picks me up in the morning.
I put on the fins, lower the face mask, secure the SC- 20K on my back, and I'm good to go. I climb over the side while holding on to the ladder, insert the regulator into my mouth, hold on to the DPD, and dive backward into the cold, dark water.
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THEcaptain was right about the strong currents, but the DPD prevents the swim from becoming a struggle. I forge ahead, allowing the device to pull me along at a speed of roughly a knot per hour. I figure I can climb out of the water near the docks and use the moored boats as cover. I seriously doubt there will be much activity there at this time of night.
The DPD's headlight casts a ghostly glow on the floor, and I can see masses of brightly colored coral shelves and an abundance of fish. Not being much of a fisherman, I can't identify them, but I know none of them are dangerous. Apparently there are no sharks in the Mediterranean, but barracuda have been known to take bites out of swimmers. Moray eels are also nasty creatures that are a must to avoid. At any rate, what I see here would fit nicely inside a restaurant aquarium.