shore, which could not have been
too far away.
He made his way to the
starboard side of the deck, but the crowd of people blocked his path. He
unsheathed his sword and raised it threateningly, clearing a path that led him
toward the railing. However, before he could reach it, the galley swung hard to
starboard, and Philippe lost his step and slid down the sloping deck. He hit
the railing, which was already immersed in water, and was flung over it,
finding himself diving in the salty water of the Mediterranean.
He felt intense pain in
his thigh, as his razor-sharp sword cut through flesh and muscle, and
immediately lost consciousness.
8. Yossi Luria – Haifa, Israel, January 19 th , 2010 (Tuesday)
I t was 5 PM on a cold
winter day. Yossi Luria sat behind the desk at his office, browsing his
computer screen. He was examining pictures, which documented arendezvous
between a man and a woman. They chronicled the encounter from the start at a hotel
lobby to the climax in one of the hotel rooms. The pictures were sampled from
HD videos, which documented the rendezvous in a graphic and conclusive way,
allowing the faces of the couple to be easily identified.
Luria then gazed at the
printout resting inside the open file on his desk. There was no doubt about the
man’s identity. He was a known character in Haifa, something of a local
celebrity. His client will surely get her money’s worth.
Luria smiled. His smile
had little to do with the joy of victory of another solved case. There was the
mirth of vengeance there and some bitterness. A private eye spying on
unfaithful husbands… How lower can you get? He did not like what was happening
to him. This was not his dream. He was a top-notch investigator, and knew it.
Until four years ago, anybody who was somebody in the northern region of the
Israeli police knew it. Everyone knew that Superintendent Luria was a rising
star who would go far. The detective unit he had built from scratch became a blueprint
for other regions. He brought with him the enthusiasm and passion from the
elite reconnaissance company he had led and commanded during his military
service in the IDF. He saw the admiration in the eyes of his subordinates and
enjoyed the appreciation of his superiors. He felt so sure of himself that he
became blind and arrogant. His hubris facilitated his fall…
The telephone brought
him back to reality. It was his secretary. “What is it, Noga?”
“There is someone here
to see you; Attorney Porat.”
Luria glimpsed at his
calendar. “I don’t have any appointment planned for now.”
“I know. He never made
one. Is there a problem?”
“Well... No. Just give
me a minute before you send him in.” Heejected
the DVD from his computer drive, opened a drawer and shoved the DVD inside, along
with the file containing the documents and printouts.
The man who stepped in
was in his forties, good-looking, well-groomed and well-dressed. He was holding
an elegant black leather briefcase in his hand. Luria recognized him. Yigal
Porat was a very successful criminal lawyer, among whose clients one could
count Ze’ev Srur, the heaviest criminal shark in Haifa. Luria loathed Porat. He
was also sure that the fact that Porat was the very man whose picture was now tucked
in his drawer, was no pure coincidence.
“Mr. Luria,” the man
extended his hand and smiled for the record. “I have heard a lot about you.”
Luria joined the
charade. “Only good things, I hope. And you, of course, are Attorney Porat.
Glad to meet you again.”
“Have we met before?” Porat
feigned surprise. Luria hated it.
“Yes. About four years
ago at the Haifa Police headquarters. I summoned Ze’ev Srur for questioning,
and you managed to extricate him and ruin my career in the process.”
Porat looked at Luria
for a few seconds, and then grinned. “Yes, of course, I remember the case now.
So you are that Luria … a classic case of a cop who did not know his
place.”
Luria strained
too far away.
He made his way to the
starboard side of the deck, but the crowd of people blocked his path. He
unsheathed his sword and raised it threateningly, clearing a path that led him
toward the railing. However, before he could reach it, the galley swung hard to
starboard, and Philippe lost his step and slid down the sloping deck. He hit
the railing, which was already immersed in water, and was flung over it,
finding himself diving in the salty water of the Mediterranean.
He felt intense pain in
his thigh, as his razor-sharp sword cut through flesh and muscle, and
immediately lost consciousness.
8. Yossi Luria – Haifa, Israel, January 19 th , 2010 (Tuesday)
I t was 5 PM on a cold
winter day. Yossi Luria sat behind the desk at his office, browsing his
computer screen. He was examining pictures, which documented arendezvous
between a man and a woman. They chronicled the encounter from the start at a hotel
lobby to the climax in one of the hotel rooms. The pictures were sampled from
HD videos, which documented the rendezvous in a graphic and conclusive way,
allowing the faces of the couple to be easily identified.
Luria then gazed at the
printout resting inside the open file on his desk. There was no doubt about the
man’s identity. He was a known character in Haifa, something of a local
celebrity. His client will surely get her money’s worth.
Luria smiled. His smile
had little to do with the joy of victory of another solved case. There was the
mirth of vengeance there and some bitterness. A private eye spying on
unfaithful husbands… How lower can you get? He did not like what was happening
to him. This was not his dream. He was a top-notch investigator, and knew it.
Until four years ago, anybody who was somebody in the northern region of the
Israeli police knew it. Everyone knew that Superintendent Luria was a rising
star who would go far. The detective unit he had built from scratch became a blueprint
for other regions. He brought with him the enthusiasm and passion from the
elite reconnaissance company he had led and commanded during his military
service in the IDF. He saw the admiration in the eyes of his subordinates and
enjoyed the appreciation of his superiors. He felt so sure of himself that he
became blind and arrogant. His hubris facilitated his fall…
The telephone brought
him back to reality. It was his secretary. “What is it, Noga?”
“There is someone here
to see you; Attorney Porat.”
Luria glimpsed at his
calendar. “I don’t have any appointment planned for now.”
“I know. He never made
one. Is there a problem?”
“Well... No. Just give
me a minute before you send him in.” Heejected
the DVD from his computer drive, opened a drawer and shoved the DVD inside, along
with the file containing the documents and printouts.
The man who stepped in
was in his forties, good-looking, well-groomed and well-dressed. He was holding
an elegant black leather briefcase in his hand. Luria recognized him. Yigal
Porat was a very successful criminal lawyer, among whose clients one could
count Ze’ev Srur, the heaviest criminal shark in Haifa. Luria loathed Porat. He
was also sure that the fact that Porat was the very man whose picture was now tucked
in his drawer, was no pure coincidence.
“Mr. Luria,” the man
extended his hand and smiled for the record. “I have heard a lot about you.”
Luria joined the
charade. “Only good things, I hope. And you, of course, are Attorney Porat.
Glad to meet you again.”
“Have we met before?” Porat
feigned surprise. Luria hated it.
“Yes. About four years
ago at the Haifa Police headquarters. I summoned Ze’ev Srur for questioning,
and you managed to extricate him and ruin my career in the process.”
Porat looked at Luria
for a few seconds, and then grinned. “Yes, of course, I remember the case now.
So you are that Luria … a classic case of a cop who did not know his
place.”
Luria strained
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