“Only relatives, g’veret. Sorry, but-”

“She is my illegitimate daughter,” Moshe Yalom announced.

All eyes fell upon him.

“It happens to the best of us.” Yalom shrugged. “Just ask anyone at the Bursa. I took her there yesterday and introduced everyone to her as my daughter.”

The guard laughed. “You expect me to believe that?”

“Yes, I do,” Yalom said gravely.

The guard continued to hold Rina, but looked at Moshe. “Then why didn’t you say that in the first place?”

“I should embarrass my wife by making such an announcement out loud?” Yalom retorted. “Let her go. She is a relative.”

Reluctantly, the guard released Rina’s arm.

Rina shook off her indignity. “Thank you.” She took off her glasses, went over to Gil Yalom’s bedside and hugged Tziril. “Thank you.”

“I should thank you,” the woman said. “Moti Bernstein told us what your husband did yesterday at the yeshiva.” Tziril hugged her again. “You married a very brave man.”

Rina swallowed dryly. “Mrs. Yalom, he sent me here because he was concerned about Gil.”

“You need to talk to him, don’t you?” Tziril said.

Rina nodded.

Grandmother looked at grandson. Rina studied Gil. Peter had told her that Gil had been in a state of shock. But the teenager Rina saw was alert. He stared at her for a long time, intense eyes sizing up her worth. Rina smiled at him, but it failed to elicit a response.

Finally, Tziril spoke, “Gil, this woman is here to help. You need to tell her what you know.”

Gil didn’t answer.

“Gil-”

“I heard, Savta,” Gil whispered.

Rina sat by his bedside. Gil was more young man than boy. His full beard had yet to come in completely, but patches of stubble shadowed his lip and cheeks. His cheeks were gaunt, his eyes tired. Rina waited a moment, then tried another smile. He still didn’t smile back, but this time it got a response.

Gil looked at his grandparents and spoke Hebrew. “I need to be alone with her.”

Moshe Yalom stood and said, “I can use a cup of coffee.” He took his wife’s hand and they walked out the door. Gil watched them leave, then turned his eyes to Rina. In English, he said, “My savta tells me you’re the cop’s wife? The one who saved the yeshiva.”

Rina nodded. The boy’s voice was low and soft. Rina could tell the guard was straining to hear.

“How’d he know I was there?”

“Luck. We were searching all the ba’alei tchuvah yeshivas. Actually, we were looking to find Dov. We were told he’d been frum a while back.”

“Yeah, my dad took care of that one real quick.”

The sarcasm was dripping. Rina kept her voice soft. “Is that why you sent your grandparents out? You didn’t want them to hear negative things about your father?”

Gil didn’t respond, just peered at her. Then he said, “Am I going to be extradited to LA?”

“I don’t know if extradited is the right word. Sergeant Decker was sent here to take you and your brother back to Los Angeles.”

Gil looked at the ceiling. “In a way, it’s a relief. I shouldn’t have left in the first place. But in a panic you make bad decisions.”

“Why didn’t you go to the police?”

“I had reasons.”

Rina moved closer and spoke softly. “Your dad warned you off with the porcelain dogs.”

“Not my dad, my mom-” Gil stopped talking. His eyes widened. “Shit, you know everything, don’t you?” He waited a beat. “You know, your husband almost had me killed by finding me. They were following him to get to me.”

“By they, do you mean Milligan’s men?”

Gil whitened at the mention of her name. “They were using your husband to find me. He played perfectly into their plans. Is he stupid or what?”

Rina knew it had been the reverse. Milligan had located Gil before they had. She had planted the bomb in the yeshiva in order to draw Decker there and away from her intended target-the Bursa. But she played along. “Milligan was out for you because you knew too much.”

Gil nodded.

“We know a lot, too, Gil,” Rina told him. “We know about the stocks and land deeds in Angola that your father owned. We know Milligan wanted those assets and your father wouldn’t sell them to her at the price she wanted. So she had your parents killed, figuring you two boys might be easier to deal with. But you two escaped before she had her chance. She came here looking to find you.”

The boy looked down and said nothing.

“Honestly, we’re not as stupid as you think,” Rina said. “Do you know where your brother is? My husband’s really worried about him.”

“He’s safe. But he’s homesick, too. Not that either of us have much of a home anymore.”

Tears began to roll down Gil’s cheeks. He quickly wiped them away. “You don’t know as much as you think.”

“So fill me in.”

The room fell silent. Gil whispered and spoke to the ceiling. “Bastard was sleeping with her. She had him totally bagged, the stupid fuck!” He lowered his head. “Excuse my language.”

“S’right.”

Gil rubbed his eyes, slumped in his bed. “Dov and I used to do bullshit work at the office. Dad made us do it. ‘Turn you two boys into men.’ What a total crock! Anyway…you hang around a place long enough, you hear things. Whether you want to hear them or not.”

Rina said, “Your father was going to sell Milligan his assets?”

“He was going to give them to her! Anything to keep her on her back!” He covered his face, then let his hand drop slowly. “He stretched it out too long. She lost patience, the bitch.”

Rina thought a moment. Was the exchange of all those hostile letters just a front? “He was going to give Milligan his stocks and land deeds?”

“Yeah, can you believe that bastard?” Gil said. “Only problem was, half of the shit wasn’t his to give away. My uncle made him transfer it to my mom a while back.”

“Your uncle?”

“Uncle Shaul,” Gil said. “My dad’s partner. We called him Uncle. Shaul was going to sue my dad, because my dad bought some of his assets with business money. Shaul caught him monkeying with the books. Dad realized he was up shit’s creek, could have done time. So he transferred a little over half the assets into my mom’s name.”

“Why didn’t Shaul keep the assets for himself?”

“I don’t know. Why don’t you ask him?”

“We know he’s here in Israel. Do you know where he is specifically?”

“No. Wish I did. Shaul’s a good guy. Rough but straight. He was around a lot, especially when my dad was out of town. Which was all the time. Used to take us out to dinner. My mom liked him. He liked my mom. Who didn’t like my mom? She was a wonderful…”

Again, the boy’s eyes welled up with tears. He made a quick swipe at his face.

“Do you know what happened when Milligan found out your dad didn’t own all the assets?”

“Not totally. But once at work I accidentally picked up the extension. She was yelling at my dad that he was a traitor. My dad was pleading, just begging her for another chance he was so hot for her. God, it was pathetic. But she wouldn’t have it or him. She totally blew him off.”

Gil bit his nail.

“Dov and I thought it was finally over.”

“When was this?”

“A year ago, maybe longer. But it wasn’t over. Maybe a month or two after I overheard her blow him off, Dov overheard my dad talking to Milligan…again. Dov said that Dad sounded real up about something…money opportunities in the Mideast if the Palestinians ever got their own state. Dov said Dad did most of the talking. Milligan just listened.”

Gil looked at Rina.

“Dad went yo-yo after that. For a year, he was lunatic. One minute he was on top of the world, saying he was going to make it big enough to buy out all of Israel. The next minute he’d be paranoid, sure someone was out to get him.”

“Did you believe him?”

“That someone was out to get him?” Gil shook his head. “Not really. But my mom was real worried.”

“She felt he was in danger?”