THE OTHER SIDE OF DECEI'TION / 155problems as fast as I can." I could see that he didn't really understandwhat I meant. "I need to make some money to live on, and I can'twork in the U.S., so I'll have to go to Canada and find somethingthere.""Will you tell me where I can find you there, in case the answerwe are waiting for is delayed?""If you don't have one before I go, then just forget it." I could feelmy in<strong>side</strong>s starting to heat up. I was getting more and more restless,and I realized that I had to start watching my back more than ever.When I'd walked into the embassy, I was so hyped up on what Ihad been sent to do that I hadn't given that much thought to theimplications. I'd expected them to grab me with two hands and get meworking right on the spot. It hadn't happened that way, and thingswere starting to get sticky.The process was now irreversible; the information was on its wayto Amman and the Jordanian intelligence <strong>of</strong>fices there. Since this wasno doubt high-priority information, it would be handled by the topranking<strong>of</strong>ficers in that service, and if the Mossad was worth itsweight in salt, it would hear about it, either from an <strong>of</strong>ficer who wasrecruited or from one <strong>of</strong> the assistants working for him. Even if neither<strong>of</strong> those conduits to the Mossad existed, the opportunity <strong>of</strong> havingan Israeli spy working for Jordanian intelligence would most likelybe brought before the king. And among the king's retinue, for sure, theMossad would have an ear <strong>of</strong> some sort. Knowing what I knew andcould give away, it would become a prime directive to stop me. A teamcould be preparing to grab me or eliminate me as we spoke."Call me when you hear something. I hope I'll still be there.""Will you call before you leave?""Okay." I hung up, feeling as though someone had let all the airout <strong>of</strong> my balloon.The call came at eight-thirty in the morning. It was Zuhir. "Areyou ready to go?""When?""How about tomorrow afternoon?""That's fine with me." I had made it a condition that he would gowith me. I sensed that he was an honorable man, and the promise <strong>of</strong>safe passage was something that I needed. In the short time I'd knownhim, I realized that he was someone who would readily die rather thango back on his word or lose his honor."I'll pick you up at your hotel at twelve.""For how long are we going?""A week. Is that okay?""Sure, see you tomorrow." I hung up the phone and sat there forseveral minutes, trying to digest what had just happened. I was aboutto go to a country I'd always regarded as an enemy and be a guest <strong>of</strong>the intelligence agency on the <strong>other</strong> <strong>side</strong>. I was going to the <strong>other</strong> <strong>side</strong>:That was what I was about to do. If there had been a way to explaineverything that I had done up to this point, what I was about to dowas unexplainable. At the moment, I figured the Mossad didn't knowabout me. On the <strong>other</strong> hand, if they did know about me, theycouldn't say much since it would expose a source. But then what Icould give away was much more than any source could provide, sothey couldn't afford to let me go over. They might have tolerated myactivity to this point, but there was no way they would allow me toland in Amman.I was now stepping into an abyss from which the climb backmight not be at all possible. I had twenty-four hours in which to preparefor the trip, and there was really nothing I could do to covermyself.I took a shower and quickly got dressed. I had to get to a phoneand call Ephraim. It was a Saturday, and I hoped he would be there.The phone rang several times, but there was no answer. I couldn'tmake a call from the hotel, nor could I tell Bella what was going on. Idecided to try again later. I walked back to the hotel and waited in theroom. Time stood still. What if I can't get him? What if they're waitingfor me, and this is all a trap just to get me there so someone canhand me over? I wasn't thinking straight. I was too excited and scared.It was like walking on the rim <strong>of</strong> a volcano with your eyes closed. Icould feel the danger, but I couldn't see it.By six in the afternoon, I got E~hraim. I was exhausted from thetension."What's up?" He sounded cheerful; something had apparentlygone right for him." I , m on my way tomorrow."He didn't say a word for several seconds, then in a slow and lowvoice, "Do you mean what I think you do?""You bet. I was called this morning. I'm leaving some time aroundnoon tomorrow.""I'll be damned. We don't know anything about this, not even ahint. Do you know that, even if you don't go, it's already the biggestfarce in this organization's history?"I knew exactly what he was talking about-the myth that theMossad knows exactly what is going on in Arab countries (in this case
THE OTHER SIDE OF DECEPTION / 157Jordan) was just that: a myth. This was supposed to ring every alarmbell in the bloody Mossad, yet no one had heard <strong>of</strong> it. I took a deepbreath; I couldn't express my relief. "But you do want me to go?""Yes. That is, if you think you're up to it.""And you want me to proceed according to plan?""Yes, just like we planned it. That is, if they'll let you.""So I'll call you when I come out.""I'll wait for you. How long?""The man said one week.""Just remember that there are <strong>other</strong> people there, and if they putyou in a hotel, stay out <strong>of</strong> sight. We might not have anyone in theirsystem, but we sure have people in Palestinian circles, and they're allover the place. I still can't believe we didn't hear about this." He waslaughing. "What a bunch <strong>of</strong> bullshitters. I wonder now how many <strong>of</strong>the so-called agents we have are bogus."I hung up and went back to the hotel.It was eleven forty-five. I was waiting in the hotel lobby. I'd madearrangements for the hotel to hold my room, and they'd prepared abill. At twelve sharp, a limousine pulled up out front, and Zuhir'sassistant, the tall slim man, walked in and greeted me."Are you ready?""Yes, but there is the matter <strong>of</strong> the hotel.""What is it?""I have no money, and I have to hold the room until I return. Ispoke to the general about that."He went back to the limo and then returned to me with the general'scredit card. "The general said to put it all on his card.""They'll want him to sign.""I'll sign for him. You go ahead to the car."I did. Zuhir was seated in the far corner. I could barely see into thecar, but his smile was shining through. "Ahalan w' sahalan, myfriend," he said, stretching out his hand to greet me."How are you?" I said, smiling. There was just no way <strong>of</strong> not likingthis man."We'll be flying to New York first, and from there we're going toAmman. I have made all the arrangements. We'll be picked up at theairport. All will be well.""Do you know the people who will be picking us up at the airport?""They are all my friends, people you can trust. And here." Hehanded me a set <strong>of</strong> tickets: They were in a red folder with the Jorda-nian crown printed in gold and the word "Alia" in English and Arabic.This was not the sort <strong>of</strong> thing I wanted to flash around in an airport-eitherat Washington National or Kennedy."Would you mind keeping this for me?" I handed him the folder,slipping the tickets in<strong>side</strong> my coat pocket. He smiled. "You spies haveto think <strong>of</strong> everything.""Well, that is if we don't want to hang.""Don't you worry, my friend, you are with me. KO one will touchyou.I smiled back. "Would you drop me <strong>of</strong>f at the entrance to theSheraton? The one by the airport?""Sure." There was a tinge <strong>of</strong> wariness on his round face. He waspuzzled, trying to figure out what I was up to."I just want to take a cab from there to Washington National.After all, we don't know who we might meet there, and I don't wantto be seen with the most senior Jordanian military man in the U.S.,boarding a plane. You'll agree with me that that would not be a goodIidea.""I should have thought <strong>of</strong> it myself, but <strong>of</strong> course you're one hundredpercent right. What about Kennedy? What will we do there?""We're traveling first class?" I took out my tickets and looked atthem."Yes, <strong>of</strong> course." Zuhir smiled."So we will meet in the Alia lounge. Where is it?""Alia doesn't really have a lounge, but we do use the Air Franceone. There is no Air France flight, so we'll be there alone-I meanonly people flying to Amman.""So I'll see you there." I looked out the window. Zuhir instructedthe driver to stop first at the Sheraton. His assistant then said somethingto Zuhir in Arabic, and Zuhir turned to me. "Do you knowwhere the Air France lounge is?""No, I'm afraid I don't.""Do you know where the El A1 counters are?""Yes." There was a slight hesitation in my voice."Well, the Air France counters are on the one <strong>side</strong> and the loungeis on the <strong>other</strong>. So when we go to the flight, we will pass by the El Alcounters." He gave his assistant a worried look, then said to me,"What do you propose to do?""Nothing. I'll meet you in the lounge, and when the time comes,L.we'll go for the flight. What else can we do?"The car came to a stop under the large concrete canopy <strong>of</strong> theSheraton, and I got out. The chauffeur took my suitcase out <strong>of</strong> the
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