other-side-of-deception-victor-ostrovsky

the watcher walked away and headed for one of the two cars. The twomen entered the second car, and both cars drove away from the scene.They left the cars in an underground parking lot to be picked up thenext day by a car sayan who'd rented the cars to them without registeringthe rental. They then drove to Amsterdam, where they boardedan El A1 cargo plane back to Israel as part of its crew, leaving Europethe same way they'd come in.In the following weeks, more and more discoveries were maderegarding the big gun and other elements of the Saddam war machine.The Mossad had all but saturated the intelligence field with informationregarding the evil intentions of Saddam the Terrible, banking onthe fact that before long, he'd have enough rope to hang himself.It was very clear what the Mossad's overall goal was. It wantedthe West to do its bidding, just as the Americans had in Libya with thebombing of Qadhafi. After all, Israel didn't possess carriers and ampleair power, and although it was capable of bombing a refugee camp inTunis, that was not the same. The Mossad leaders knew that if theycould make Saddam appear bad enough and a threat to the Gulf oilsupply, of which he'd been the protector up to that point, then theUnited States and its allies would not let him get away with anything,but would take measures that would all but eliminate his army and hisweapons potential, especially if they were led to believe that this mightjust be their last chance before he went nuclear.I had all of it on paper and decided to call the Belgian police thefollowing day and tell them all I knew. It was, after all, going toappear in my book in the near future. Uri was never as happy to leavea place as he was to leave Ottawa that day, and I was extremely anxiousto work this chapter into the hook with Claire.By the next morning, I'd already called the Belgian police in Brusselsand spent almost an hour on the phone repeating my story overand over again. I wouldn't give them my name or the source of myinformation, but I held back nothing else. I had no doubt as I hung upthat they'd be able to substantiate my story and point the finger in theright direction.The next day, Claire was to come and work with me on the newchapter. But I got a call from Ephraim: Kill the story Uri told you. Iprotested, but he wouldn't budge. He told me that I had to trust himon this one and that he'd explain it to me some other time. I didn't useit, and he never did explain it to me. Nor did the Belgian police eversolve the murder. However, what I found more disturbing than anythingelse was the lack of interest the Canadian government and pressdisplayed in the murder of a fellow Canadian.y mid-March, Claire and I had just about finished the book.Ephraim had approved most of the things in it and had grudginglyaccepted the rest.Nelson Doucet, our sponsor at Stoddart Publishing, told us thathe'd secured the services of an editor who was from outside the companybut still sufficiently tied in to be reliable and discreet. Her namewas Frances Hanna, and she was the wife of Bill Hanna, Stoddart'svice president for foreign rights.She told us that she'd worked as an editor on another book thathad dealt with the same subject matter called Vengeance, and wasinterested to know my opinion of it.I replied that I'd read only the beginning of that book and found itso off the mark that I put it down. She seemed peeved at first, but astime passed and she got to know more about what really happens inthe world of intelligence, I think she saw my point.Once the editing of the book was complete, Bill Hanna made a tripto New York with the galley proofs in hand to give to Tom McCormick,president of St. Martin's Press. Tom was going to read the bookovernight, and then I was to come to his office for a short meeting, afterwhich he'd make up his mind whether to join in on this venture.Bella and I drove to New York. By then, I was already veryuncomfortable about security. There were so many people involved inthe book by this time, and it was very possible that word had leakedback to the Mossad without the knowledge of Ephraim and the clique.Information could be kept within another clique just as secretively aswe'd kept it within ours.Bella and I registered at the Ritz. First thing in the morning, I leftfor my meeting with Bill, who was going to take me to meet Tom.Bella, meanwhile, had decided to go window-shopping.