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“Zahava, how is Yaakov Shlomo feeling?” It was Yankel.

She was sitting on a bench in the ward, outside her husband’s room, yawning. “Fine, baruch Hashem. Today they sat him in a chair.”

“That’s very fast, isn’t it? Wasn’t the surgery just yesterday?”

“Yes, but that’s how it is here. I hope they are good enough and that they know what they’re doing…”

“I think it’s a good hospital,” her brother said to her. “It really is a shame that you couldn’t come here for this surgery, but there was nothing we could do about it. Besides, even without taking your financial situation into consideration, I doubt they would do any surgery here now for foreign residents. You said that Tzippy made some inquiries about the surgeon, right?”

“Something like that. Believe me, I don’t remember anymore what she told me and what she didn’t. She’s only seventeen, and it was very hard for her to be here alone in this situation.” She glanced toward the end of the corridor.

“So she’s home now? Did you send her home to rest and recover a bit?”

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“Thanks for being here with me, Bayta,” Tzippy said. She put her Tehillim into a bag as her sister-in-law came back to sit next to her, after disappearing for a few minutes. She looked with distaste at the croissant that Batya offered her. “What’s this?”

“This? It’s yeast dough, rolled up and baked,” Batya said with a little laugh. “Maybe there’s some chocolate filling inside—I have no idea.”

“You just bought it at the cafeteria?”

“No, my mother sent some food along with my father.”

Instinctively, Tzippy looked behind her, where she saw the profile of the mechutan, Batya’s father, sitting in a corner far across the room.

“I hope it doesn’t bother you that my father came here,” Batya said, playing with the paper bag that held the croissant. “My parents don’t think it’s appropriate for two young girls, even if one of them is married, to be sitting alone in the family waiting room.”

“That’s true,” Tzippy said. “And it’s really nice of your father to come. Chumi’s friend’s mother offered to come, but I didn’t feel comfortable being here myself with her. And it’s for sure not a good thing for Chumi herself to be here—she’s too sensitive.” She leaned back, her eyes fixed on the corridor that led out from the huge room. Was that where the doctor or nurse would come from, to update them about the progression of the surgery?

Over the door was a large screen, with constantly changing numbers. Every patient had a number, and that was the only update she had right now about her father’s status. Until half an hour earlier, it said that S67 was in preparation for surgery, and now he appeared on the list of those who were already in the operating room. The next stage would be recovery, but she had no idea how much time would pass until her father’s number would be transferred to that column. Or rather, until her father would be transferred into recovery.

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Leibowitz is waiting on the corner of the sidewalk, gazing distractedly at the lines of cars speeding by. When he sees Eli Katz parking his car and emerging, he waves. “Hi there, Eli.”

“Hello,” Ruchi’s father replies, and shakes his hand. “Now can you explain to me why you wanted to meet specifically here?”

“In my profession, we always have to take into account surveillance, wiretapping, and eavesdropping,” the private investigator says patiently. “When there’s a hot topic on the table, I will never give a report in the office or in my car.”

“And this is a hot topic?”

“Moni? Broiling.” He walks toward the crosswalk, Katz at his side. “To the best of my knowledge, they are focusing all their energies on that guy who is barricading himself, but they’re also open to other options, and are checking into every shred of information that comes their way. But a Jew cares about another Jew, and I would not want to be the one to provide information about Moni to them. It would turn me into a moiser.”

“So you have information.”

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“I don’t know how this is all going to end up, Shimmy.” Despite the ominous context, Gedaliah actually sounded pretty normal. He was driving while speaking on the phone with Shimmy. “The government has declared semi-martial law in order to try to take control of the economic chaos. They are giving out vouchers and subsidizing basic essentials and medications, just so people can live. But the business sector is on the verge of collapse, the stock market is almost paralyzed, stocks are sliding at a dizzying speed…”

“I don’t know how things will end up on my end, either.” Shimmy’s voice was laced with melancholy. “My father is in the hospital with a serious infection—though they’re saying it’s not dangerous, baruch Hashem—but the people here are trying to convince me to stay.”

“Don’t do it.”

“That’s what I thought at first. I mean, Shabbos here was really awful…”

“You were in the room that they gave you?”

“Only for part of the time.” Shimmy sounded very irritated. “I walked seven kilometers for davening and the seudos. I demanded that the bat should not accompany me, but I’m not sure I really wasn’t under surveillance. On the other hand, they’re paying me very well.”

“In dollars? Hard cash?”

“Yes, cash. I think that’s a commodity worth a lot these days, isn’t it?”

“Apparently. Though from everything that has happened, I’ve learned that it’s impossible to really rely on any money. Oops.” He slammed on the brakes. “What is this, a demonstration? About the new laws?” He muttered something to himself.

“Who are the demonstrators? Blacks?”

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“In serious condition! He wants people to pray for him! So now at least we know he’s not dead, but go figure what’s going on with him…”

Steve was getting more agitated by the minute. He got up and then sat down again. He opened the cabinets that were packed with boxes of food that could last even through a three-month siege, and then closed them. He strode to the other room and then came back. “His voice was cut off suddenly, as if someone had stopped the recording right after he’d asked for prayers. I hope they didn’t catch him.”

“They didn’t. Otherwise, they wouldn’t be here, waiting patiently for you,” Rudy reminded him as he wrapped himself in a thin woolen blanket he’d found in one of the cabinets.

“Their patience is holding only because of what I buried all around this cabin.”

“What difference does it make why they are still being patient? They are surrounding you, so they are not surrounding him. That’s encouraging, right?”

“Right.”

“And it’s also encouraging to hear that he asked for prayers. This way we know he’s not an atheist,” Rudy added, trying to pull Steve out of the black mood he sometimes sank into.

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“There still are no new recordings! It’s been so long, I’m losing my mind!” Steve griped as he paced back and forth.

“Take a drink, and calm down,” Rudy said with a yawn.

“And did you see what they informed me? That they don’t believe that it’s me! Do you know what I’m going to do to them? I’m going to go into those accounts again and reset them! If some corrupt guy was happy to earn his ten thousand dollars this month, he’ll find that his account is empty all over again!”

***

“Tzippy, what day is today?”

Tzippy started. “Thursday night, Tatty.”

“Have you spoken to Mommy at all?”

“Yes. She’s very worried about you.”

“Oy. It’s late already… I see it’s dark outside. Go home, Tzippy.”

“Yes, I’m leaving soon, and I’ll be back early in the morning, b’ezras Hashem.”

“But you can’t be here for Shabbos,” he said, his eyes closed. “What are the doctors saying? They don’t plan to release me just yet, do they?”

“Your fever hasn’t gone down for three days, Tatty. You can’t go home now.”

“If you’ll be home with Chumi for Shabbos, I’ll manage by myself here. Do the neighbors know you’re alone? Maybe tell them something, so they’ll know to bring you food.”

“I don’t know who knows and who doesn’t,” Tzippy said. “You know how it is, everyone is busy with their own lives. Oh, Hirschbaum’s son did come up and say that his father wanted to know how you are doing, because he hasn’t seen you in shul for a long time. And he asked me to tell you refuah sheleimah.”

“I think he might have called too, but I couldn’t answer. My two chavrusos also called. I answered one of them, barely, and then I didn’t pick up for the second.”

“Would you want them to come visit?”

He shook his head in an ambiguous way, and was quiet for two long minutes, until Tzippy thought he might have fallen asleep. But suddenly he spoke again. “So what’s with Shabbos, Tzippy? What are you and Chumi going to eat? There’s money at home; go tomorrow and buy takeout if you don’t have the time and energy to cook.”

“I won’t leave you here by yourself.” Her teeth were clenched. “And it will be fine here, b’ezras Hashem. At the Yad Sarah building next door, there’s a guesthouse with rooms to sleep, and there are meals in the hospital courtyard, from Bikur Cholim. Chumi will stay with the Grossmans, her friend.”

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Steve ignored the booming voices coming from the megaphones and turned over to the other side. He glanced for a moment out the only window in the hut, and then his gaze moved to the door. They wouldn’t burst in and kill him; that much was clear. Because if they did that, they’d never get to his security code, and then the dumb computer experts at the banks would have to continue groping their way in the dark. Let’s see if they’d find a solution.

“Steve?” Rudy approached from the other side of the room with a cup. “Do you want a hot drink?”

Steve threw off the blanket and stood up. “I heat my own water.”

“You don’t trust me?” Rudy sat down on the mattress that had just become available and sipped from his cup.

“I don’t trust anyone.”

“So why’d you bring me to be here with you?”

“Because I had no other choice.” He filled a little pot with water and turned on the fire beneath it. “Tell me, while I was sleeping, was a new lecture posted?”

“No.”

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“Moni has turned himself in.”

The message popped up in front of the CEO of Centrabank, Jean Preisler, a second after he took the first sip of his ice water.

He picked up the phone to call Roy, nearly choking on his drink. “You’re not serious!” he said. “Where is this information from!?”

Roy chuckled. “Don’t get too excited—he didn’t actually turn himself in. He just informed us of his exact location. He’s in Pennsylvania, in one of the remote villages where the Amish people live.”

“And is he really the brain behind the hack? So he’s also a genius, in addition to being so charismatic?”

“According to his message, yes.”

“That’s strange. The Amish people don’t even use computers. They’re anti-technology.”

“You’d be surprised—there are exceptions among them, too. In any case, as we speak, the FBI is very close to there, but he warned them that he is barricaded inside his cabin, and he’s armed, so they shouldn’t even try to storm the place. At this point, they’re only going to negotiate with him.”

“Sounds like he’s totally nuts.”

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“How are you, Shimmy?” Gedalya asked as he paced up and down his office, from wall to wall. “What are you doing there all this time?”

“I’m letting a bat-robot analyze my behavior,” Shimmy said, and then added theatrically, “Which is why I’m trying to behave nicely, of course.”

Gedalya chuckled. “Very important. Where are you now?”

“In Yang Yang’s complex. I’m just waiting for the mess with my passport to get sorted out, and to see when a flight will depart to Israel. I’m not the only Israeli who is stuck here; I’ve met a few others in shul. They tell me it’s going to happen in the next few days, b’ezras Hashem.”

“That’s great! And what’s with our Tanchum?”

“It came out really good. Now the factory is waiting for the final payment, and then they’ll send out the shipment.”

“Well, they’ll have to wait,” Gedalya said grimly. “I’m pretty sure you’ll get to Israel before the Tanchums do.”

“I guess so.”

“And tell those Chinese guys to be a little patient, until I’m able to put together the money. I hope it will work out within two weeks.”

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“If Ruchi is wearing her jewelry?” Yudi parrots his father-in-law, from the doorway of the room. “I don’t think so, because it annoys her. She sometimes puts on a necklace, only for Shabbos. But nothing else.”

“So where is everything? This jewelry box is completely empty.”

“Maybe the jewelry is in the dresser drawers?” Yudi suggests as he steps into the room.

“No,” his father-in-law says as he opens and closes one drawer after another. “There’s no jewelry here. And she has lots of beautiful pieces, doesn’t she? Your parents sent her jewelry during the engagement, we bought her things here and there, she got something when Isamar was born… Let’s call the house and ask if she has it with her.” He turns to Yudi. “Do you want to call? Or should I?”

“She probably threw it all out of the window. Downstairs.”

“Who, Ruchi?”

“No, the CPS lady.” Yudi looks at the open window. “So that if the aide would meet her on the way to the front door, she wouldn’t see what she was holding.”

***

“You didn’t make a mistake,” Uncle Yankel responded after a second of silence. “It’s this number. But I get a message that I have no access. Maybe the line has been cut off?”

“It hasn’t been,” Tzippy replied. “I called myself and I heard the different options.”