The Rainy Day Man: Contemporary Romance (Suspense and Political Mystery Book 1) by Amnon Jackont Read Free Book Online Page B

Scheckler shifted uneasily in the doorway, the submachine gun in his hand pointing to the outside. 
                  "The car's leaving," he reported, and I imagined the man who had been dropped off as he examined the furrows of the square made by the command-car. 
                  "Yvonne?" the man called softly.  "Michel?"  We heard the door to the clinic open and close, then the door to the house next door.  A long shadow advanced over the sand.  My eyes met those of the woman, which were very brown and deep.  She closed them and opened them immediately, in a trusting gesture. 
                  "No one's to move," I said quietly.  The shadow came in and stood in the space which the sun made on the garage floor.  Scheckler and the driver moved, closing the entrance, blocking the light that came from the outside.
                  "You," I threw out into the dimness, to get it over and done with as quickly as possible, "will have to come with us."
                  Scheckler bent into the Rolls and pressed a button.  Yellow light flowed from the headlamps along two paths of dust.  I closed my eyes, partly because of the sudden glare and partly because of the surprise.  All my achievements of the morning disappeared:  the man facing me, the one I had been told to arrest, was my man, the one who had been giving out vitamins in the refugee camp.
                  This time there was no expression in his eyes and, surprisingly, not even astonishment.  "I have to pack a few things," he said immediately in the same calm voice with which he had spoken to the children three hours earlier.
                  "Why?" the youngster behind me said suddenly.  "What has he done?"
                  I retreated to the wall, so that I could see everyone.  "We've received instructions..."
                  "You can't simply arrest someone just like that," the woman said.
                  I agreed with a movement of my head.
                She rushed forward a few paces.  "He's got commitments, plans..."  Her face reddened.  "Where will you take him?"
                  "I don't know."
                  "For how long?"             
                  "A few hours, maybe a little longer..."
                  The man shifted in his place and gestured towards the woman.  "May I ask you to leave us alone for a moment?"
                  With a slight, almost evasive, movement I shook my head.  He did not argue, but walked back towards the entrance. 
                  "I'll go with him," Scheckler suggested.
                  Still without speaking, I ignored Scheckler and gestured towards the opening.  The man thanked me with a movement of his head.  Outside we were momentarily united, both blinded by the sun.  He recovered first and began walking quickly.  I left him enough room for privacy.  The dogs followed us, their noses up.
                  At the entrance to the house he paused to wait for me.  I indicated that he should go in.  There was something disturbing about his impeccable behavior.  For a moment I almost hoped he would try to escape through the back window, straight into the arms of the soldier who was waiting there.  I stood at the front of the building, by the window.  Inside the room the doctor stood on his toes and took a cardboard suitcase, a larger version of the one he had been carrying in the morning, from the top of a cupboard.  On the opposite wall, as if to complement the temptation of the medicine cabinet, were shelves laden with books.  I strained my eyes trying to look at the bindings.  He saw me out of the corner of his eye, then came over to the window and said, "I would like to ask you..."
                  I gestured with my fingers for him to hurry.  He tightened his