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David waved Miriam over. “Malcolm, this is Miriam Wagner, she’ll be working with me, according to Levi.”

She shifted uneasily, not sure whether to respond or not, but felt everything go silent inside her.

“Well, welcome to our Data Center, Miriam, better know as The Mine.

Miriam spoke up, “I heard about your Mine during training, but never had a chance to visit. “Tell me about this room.”

Malcolm saw she was impeccable, impressive and likable and decided to foster the uneasiness that seemed to exist between the two agents.

“Miriam, our main source of wisdom down here is our AN/FSQ-7 main-frame computer we lovingly call Solomon, after the King in the Midrash who…”

David interrupted, “Yes, yes, the king who decided which mother a child belonged to. Let’s get to what you’ve found about this possible killer.”

Malcolm turned back to Miriam starting to speak again, as David moved over and sat disgustedly on the corner of a desk.

“All of these two rows of racks are, in essence, the servers for Solomon. I won’t go into detail about them right now and bother your friend any more than necessary. Needless to say we keep the physical environment of this room rigorously controlled at about 20°C and the humidity range between 40-55% with a maximum dew point of 15°C.”

Miriam smiled at the bearded cyber tech and looked at David who was drumming his fingers on the desk surface.

“Guess we’d better get to what you have for us before my partner has a kitten.”

Malcolm asked them to join him in the corner office.

Before David came into the office Malcolm said quietly to Miriam, “From the rumors I’ve heard you’ll be more than a match for your friend there.”

“So what have you got,” David said, letting out an exasperated sigh.

“I’m not entirely sure, but if he is the one Interpol has helped us identify, you are in for quite a search. Mind you we have no photographic proof, no fingerprints, no eye witnesses, not even any really hard evidence - - - just a possibility that we are still working on. We are in the process of drawing together what we can from our own files, as well as what Interpol dig up for us. It is really just conjecture at this point.

“You need to understand more than just this current Hans, if he’s the one you’re going after. We need to go back into his past somewhat to see where his motivation comes from. If we’ve got the right person his family name is Huber. This is what we have been able to piece together, mostly from Interpol sources and our own record of the Eichmann capture in Argentina.

“His father was killed in 1960 when we captured Eichmann in Buenos Aries. Evidently Hans was fourteen at that time. That would make him forty-eight today. It’s possible the current killer is this same Hans or a copycat using Hans’s father’s style. If the former is true we figure the son may be killing to avenge the death of the father. That may be a stretch, but we know he was outraged when his father was killed and vowed to get even. Why he’s waited so long is anyone’s guess. If this killer that has been killing Jews, mainly in Europe, is the deceased old man Huber’s son Hans, we need a clearer understanding of how and why he operates so we can bring him in. That’s what you need to do. Find out everything you can about this killer’s technique and style. We’re still trying to mine The Mine, as we say, to fill in any more details we can for you.

“From what we already know I suspect the connecting point for all this conjecture is within the Huber family itself. Interpol told us that during the Second World War, senior Huber always killed with his SS dagger and then cut slash marks on his victim’s arms or legs. The report said those slash marks symbolized the lightning-like runes worn on SS Nazi uniforms, thought by some to be phallic symbols. Huber senior was a member of the Waffen SS during the Second World War. Interpol’s records show he had quite a sadistic reputation in Nazi Germany. The recent Swiss victims, and others, had somewhat similar cuts on their bodies, that’s why this may be either senior Huber’s son or a copycat, maybe from one of those pro-Nazi groups in Germany. If it’s the son, maybe you can find him fairly quickly, but if the killer is part of one of those radical groups, it may be more difficult. However, and this is very important, you must keep Levi informed before you take any action. An official sanction has not been given, for whoever the killer is, as yet by the Prime Minister, so work closely with local authorities when in their jurisdiction, and then get back to Levi for confirmation. I, like Levi think you should start your search in Switzerland, where the most recent killings occurred. Levi is a good friend with an Inspector Servette in Geneva, who has taken a personal interest in this case, and has asked Levi for assistance.”

The phone rang and Malcolm picked it up. “Yes sir, I’ve given them all the information we have at the moment, Okay, I’ll send them back up.”

Miriam shook Malcolm’s hand. “Thank you for your help. Let us know if you get anything else that might be useful to us. We’ll both be using encrypted cell phones. I’ll give you our numbers before we leave.”

“Nice to meet you Miriam,” Malcolm said as he held her hand a bit longer than necessary.

“And by the way, you’ve got a great partner here to work with.” He winked at her.

David rose and started for the door. “We’ll see, we’ll see,” And left without waiting for Miriam.

When they exited the elevator back on the fourth floor, David told her to go on to Levi’s office. He had to use the men’s room.

Miriam walked through the opened door and leaned on Levi’s desk. “What’s with his fear of elevators?”

Levi looked up at her and laughed, “Oh that, it seems that as a child he was alone in an elevator when it malfunctioned and he was trapped in it for some time. Ever since that experience he never gets into an elevator, unless it is absolutely necessary.”

She was still leaning over Levi’s desk when David came in and sat down.

He looked at Miriam’s rear, whistled and said, “Nice ass.”

She spun around, her eyes sparking and replied, “You’re right, but that’s all you’ll ever see of it,” and walked over to stand by the window.

Levi smiled, looked at the ceiling. “Now, now, you two better get along because you’ll be working together for a while. I’ll have your flight tickets ready when you come back tomorrow. Finish your report on the information Malcolm dug up for you and fax it to me. Your flight leaves Thursday evening. Leave your weapons of choice needs with Technical and they will send them to you at Inspector Servette’s office via Federal Express.

“By the way,
welcome aboard
.” Levi rose from his chair signifying the meeting was over.

David and Miriam looked at each and both said, “Yes, sir,” simultaneously.

“Good work, you two,” Levi said the next day when he met with David and Miriam again.

“Thanks for getting this report from Research to me before you leave. I had time to go over it and it looks like we now have what we need to begin to search for this killer in Europe. I don’t know how you did it, but this computer-aged photo will scare the crap out of our man, if he’s the one. How did you get it?”

“Malcolm found an old photo of Hans Huber’s son that was taken during the Eichmann capture in the 60’s, and with help of a computer whiz downstairs age-enhanced it, viola - - - there it is. It’s not perfect, but should greatly help us with our search”

“I just hope the newspapers don’t get hold of it and print it to scare our man off. It will be a great help. Now go home and pack your bags because you’re flying to Geneva tomorrow.”

Levi handed David two El AL packets of tickets.

“There should be enough Swiss francs there also in there, that is unless you really think you’re on a vacation. The flight leaves at 3:05 p.m. Let’s us see how this works out for all of us.”

David looked at Levi and said, “I hate to seem dumb, but how are we supposed to find one person in a city as big as Geneva”?

“You’re not dumb at all and I’m glad you asked. One, you’ve got that photo and two, you should check in right away with Inspector Servette of the Geneva Police. Piet and I are old fiends. I have already told him that you are on your way and he will give you all the assistance you need.” And with a sly smile, Levi said, “Oh, by the way, you have flight and hotel reservations under the name of Mr. and Mrs. David Cohen, on a pleasant vacation in the Capital of Peace. That should be your starting point. Check in with Servette as soon as you can and it would be a good idea to keep me informed also,” Levi said as he ushered the duo toward the door.

In the parking garage, just before they turned to their own cars Miriam said, “Bossy and precise, isn’t he?”

David looked at Miriam and said, “We lucked out, Miriam. He leaves us our freedom to get the job done. Want to go to dinner tonight?” He said over his shoulder as he walked towards his Jeep.

“You’ve got to be kidding!” She responded, “I have fourteen suitcases to pack before we fly to Switzerland, in less than twenty-four hours.”

“Yeah, right! And who is going to carry all those bags for you”?

“Aren’t you, my dear”?

“See you at the airport, Miriam,” David said as he unlocked the door to the Jeep.

T
he incessant ringing of the telephone slowly began to register somewhere in the back of Tam’s soggy brain. Slowly he realized that he must have passed out when he stumbled back to his cheap room in the worst district of Kowloon after last night spent in every seedy bar he could find. As his eyes began to focus he suspected it was his room because of the pealing wallpaper, his broken coffee table and last year’s calendar hanging lopsided over the bed. The damn ringing would not stop and finally out of desperation to stop the noise drilling into his brain, he rose to his knees, and then staggered to his feet.

“Where’s that fucking phone? Who’s calling me anyway? Go away and let me sleep!”

Stumbling on a pile of dirty clothes in a heap in the middle of the tiny room he made his way around to the other side of the bed and swore as he knocked the phone off the bedside table and with it a half-filled glass of gin. Swearing again, plopping down on the soiled bed, and realized there was a large lump in the bed that suddenly moved.

“What the hell.”

He reached down and grabbed the receiver from the floor.

“Yeah, what do you want?”

“Well, well, my good mister Tam, drunk again, are we?”

Through the gray mist of his gin-sodden brain, Tam recognized the high-pitched voice of the one man he never wanted to hear from again.

“What do you need me to do this time?”

“That’s right, my mister Tam, it’s your old friend White Paper Fan. I didn’t need you. I just want to use you once more to see if you have any value to the Triad to keep around. And this is because your mother was Chinese, and I liked her. She had style. However, that bastard British seaman sailed into town and seduced her, and you, you little bastard, was the result of that unfortunate union. The only reason you are still around is because I cared for your mother and before she died, I promised that I would look after you. I have kept my bargain to her up to this point, but I’m getting tired of your mistakes and having to clean messes up after you. I gave you a very simple assignment last time. All you had to do was to seduce that woman and find out when the shipment was due to arrive. But, you failed us.” The shrill voice took on an air of sarcasm.

“You had to fall in love with her and let your conscience get in the way.”

“But because of your mother, certainly not because of your good work for us in the past, I will give you one more chance. After this, I will consider my promise to your mother paid in full. If you don’t want this chance and would rather drown your failure in that bottle, remember what we did to the last 49-boy that failed us. Now get yourself out of that drunken haze and come over to the place on Des Voeux you know so well, and we will give you one more chance. Meet me there at eleven tonight- - -and I might add- - -you had better be sober, got That - - - Des Voeux, tonight at eleven. If I smell one breath of liquor on you I will put your bollocks in my vise and squeeze them until your screams can be heard across the harbor.