Fire in a Haystack: A Thrilling Novel (Legal Mystery Book Book 1) by Erez Aharoni
Authors: Erez Aharoni
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me for interrogation. Why are you arresting me?” Ofer raised his voice. “I want to call my office. That’s the law, you know.”
“You can call a lawyer tomorrow morning, unless there’s someone that answers the phones in your office in the middle of the night.”
Ofer assessed the situation quickly. There was no one at the office and he didn’t have Geller’s home number.
“All right. I’ll call in the morning. If you insist on getting hit with a complaint about your conduct, then go ahead. But just so you know, and don’t say I didn’t warn you several times—you’re making a gross error,” he said.
“Judging by your taste in entertainment, looks like being gross is more your territory than ours,” chuckled Dadon.
“Come on, up on your feet, you’re coming with us to the Abu Kabir Prison,” said Alush, whistling the final S loudly to bring the discussion to an end.
Chapter 5
It was almost eleven o’clock at night when the voice of a female police officer came out the patrol car’s radio. “An unknown shooter has infiltrated the basement of 19 Ahad Ha’am, Tel Aviv and fired at the occupants. At least one person is badly wounded and a few more people suffered minor injuries…”
Alush listened with a frozen expression. It seemed as though a slight weariness came over him, but he quickly shook it off. It was obvious he was eager to get rid of Angel and hurry to the new crime scene.
Ofer felt as if he were an actor in a bad movie. The kind of movie one left in the middle without any regrets. Not for the cost of the ticket or the popcorn left behind on the seat. Although he rarely drove through this area, he recognized the Abu Kabir Prison right away. He had always seen the high walls and barbed wire fenced from a distance and had never visited inside. He would not have imagined his first visit would be as a prisoner.
Alush handed him over at the entrance to a prison guard who wore a wrinkled uniform and said, “Moshon, the kid is in your hands from now till morning. Do me a favor and see to it that no one lays a finger on him. If anything’s broken, you’ll have to pay for it.” Then Alush turned to Ofer, gave him a consoling pat on the shoulder, as if he were there because of a cruel act of fate and not because of the policeman’s decision, and said, “Mr. Angel, I’ll see you in the morning. Sweet dreams. Unfortunately, I need to go and take care of a few more perverts. There’s no shortage of scumbags in this city.” He then quickly walked back towards his vehicle.
The clumsy prison guard, whose eyes were ashen and whose face was covered with stubble, took Ofer’s fingerprints and saliva sample with a series of monotonous movements. He collected all of Ofer’s belongings—the wallet, the keys, the cell phone and a few coins— threw them all in a cloth bag that was once white and then filled out with painfully slow deliberation the registration form.
Within minutes, the cell door was locked behind him. The cell was as warm as a sauna. The sharp tang of sweat and urine hung in the air. Ofer felt terrible. Just a few hours ago, he was enjoying the comforts of the Dan Panorama Hotel lobby, now he was trapped in this gutter, one level beneath the lowest level of hell.
There was a radio close to the guard’s station next to his cell. He heard the announcer reading the midnight news, “The body of a foreign citizen was found in a Tel Aviv hotel. The police have imposed a media blackout on the investigation…”
Ofer was shocked at how quickly news of the murder had spread. Why the media blackout? What had he gotten himself into?
He took a look beneath his armpits and saw that large sweat stains were spreading on his shirt.
The radio announcer now reported another criminal event at the heart of Tel Aviv, “An unknown person fired shots in a cellar on Ahad Ha’am Street in Tel Aviv…” He wasn’t excited anymore. He knew about that particular
“You can call a lawyer tomorrow morning, unless there’s someone that answers the phones in your office in the middle of the night.”
Ofer assessed the situation quickly. There was no one at the office and he didn’t have Geller’s home number.
“All right. I’ll call in the morning. If you insist on getting hit with a complaint about your conduct, then go ahead. But just so you know, and don’t say I didn’t warn you several times—you’re making a gross error,” he said.
“Judging by your taste in entertainment, looks like being gross is more your territory than ours,” chuckled Dadon.
“Come on, up on your feet, you’re coming with us to the Abu Kabir Prison,” said Alush, whistling the final S loudly to bring the discussion to an end.
Chapter 5
It was almost eleven o’clock at night when the voice of a female police officer came out the patrol car’s radio. “An unknown shooter has infiltrated the basement of 19 Ahad Ha’am, Tel Aviv and fired at the occupants. At least one person is badly wounded and a few more people suffered minor injuries…”
Alush listened with a frozen expression. It seemed as though a slight weariness came over him, but he quickly shook it off. It was obvious he was eager to get rid of Angel and hurry to the new crime scene.
Ofer felt as if he were an actor in a bad movie. The kind of movie one left in the middle without any regrets. Not for the cost of the ticket or the popcorn left behind on the seat. Although he rarely drove through this area, he recognized the Abu Kabir Prison right away. He had always seen the high walls and barbed wire fenced from a distance and had never visited inside. He would not have imagined his first visit would be as a prisoner.
Alush handed him over at the entrance to a prison guard who wore a wrinkled uniform and said, “Moshon, the kid is in your hands from now till morning. Do me a favor and see to it that no one lays a finger on him. If anything’s broken, you’ll have to pay for it.” Then Alush turned to Ofer, gave him a consoling pat on the shoulder, as if he were there because of a cruel act of fate and not because of the policeman’s decision, and said, “Mr. Angel, I’ll see you in the morning. Sweet dreams. Unfortunately, I need to go and take care of a few more perverts. There’s no shortage of scumbags in this city.” He then quickly walked back towards his vehicle.
The clumsy prison guard, whose eyes were ashen and whose face was covered with stubble, took Ofer’s fingerprints and saliva sample with a series of monotonous movements. He collected all of Ofer’s belongings—the wallet, the keys, the cell phone and a few coins— threw them all in a cloth bag that was once white and then filled out with painfully slow deliberation the registration form.
Within minutes, the cell door was locked behind him. The cell was as warm as a sauna. The sharp tang of sweat and urine hung in the air. Ofer felt terrible. Just a few hours ago, he was enjoying the comforts of the Dan Panorama Hotel lobby, now he was trapped in this gutter, one level beneath the lowest level of hell.
There was a radio close to the guard’s station next to his cell. He heard the announcer reading the midnight news, “The body of a foreign citizen was found in a Tel Aviv hotel. The police have imposed a media blackout on the investigation…”
Ofer was shocked at how quickly news of the murder had spread. Why the media blackout? What had he gotten himself into?
He took a look beneath his armpits and saw that large sweat stains were spreading on his shirt.
The radio announcer now reported another criminal event at the heart of Tel Aviv, “An unknown person fired shots in a cellar on Ahad Ha’am Street in Tel Aviv…” He wasn’t excited anymore. He knew about that particular
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