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Donatella Rahn was not a very conflicted woman, at least not when compared to the person she had been in her twenties. At thirty-eight, she had learned to let certain things go. The Mossad, however, was a different story. They had turned her into something she had never been and in all likelihood would never have become. The vaunted Israeli intelligence service had turned her into a spy and an assassin, and it had not been of her free will.
As Donatella’s modeling career had taken off, so had her drug use. By the age of twenty-one, she was a full-fledged coke fiend. On a modeling job in Tel Aviv, she had been busted trying to bring an ounce of coke into the country. She was in a jail cell, strung-out and freaking out, when a man named Ben Freidman came to her and offered her a way to avoid going t
o prison. The man told her he would help her kick her drug habit, and after a period of time she could return to Milan. He also assured her that her release had nothing to do with sex.
Not exactly being of sound mind and desperately wanting to avoid jail, Donatella agreed. The next day, she found herself strapped to a bed in a medical facility shaking and sweating from withdrawal. By the time the first week was over, they had helped her shake the habit. It would not be the last time they would do so. They indoctrinated her slowly at first, teaching her information-gathering techniques and then self-defense. She was sent away after that first month feeling grateful and, for the first time in her life, as if she had a real purpose. They had helped her understand her Jewish roots, helped her understand the plight of her people and their need to defend themselves against those who had sworn to rid all Jews from the face of the earth.
This was just the beginning. At first, her assignments were simple, nothing more than observing a certain individual or passing on information as she jetted around the world, but as the years passed, things got more serious. She had four more relapses into drug use, and with each one they drew her in a little more. The training changed. At first, it was done under the guise of self-defense, but it slowly became apparent that something else was going on.
Colonel Ben Freidman of the feared Mossad had become her teacher and her protector. He was one of the two men she had ever met in her life whom she could trust completely. The other hurt too much to think about.
Donatella had to be honest with herself, though. From the beginning, she had enjoyed it immensely. The thrill of stalking another human being and killing them was like nothing she had ever experienced. It was better than any drug, even better than sex. Donatella Rahn had an addictive personality, and she couldn’t stop. She enjoyed her work, and she was paid extremely well.
As Donatella hiked up the heaved cobblestone sidewalk, she did so knowing who she was. She knew it might seem like a small thing to most people but not to her. She had spent her entire life confused, searching for a father she never knew, and eventually hoping she would never find him. And now, she had finally figured out who she was and where she was headed. To her, that was a very big thing.
THE CROWN VICTORIA rocked gently as it rolled down the old county road in rural Maryland. The familiar landmarks gave Rielly some comfort. They had just spent more than an hour driving all around the city. At one point, Rielly thought she might get carsick. She didn’t know her way around the city that well and had been lost five minutes after they’d picked her up. There were a couple of times where she thought things looked familiar, but she couldn’t be sure. The experience was very disorienting, and after a while she found it best to sit back, crack her window, and close her eyes.
The two agents seemed competent enough. Special Agent Pelachuk had told her when they got into the car that they were going to have to take some standard precautions to make sure they weren’t being followed. Special Agent Salem, the blond one, was doing the driving. He didn’t say much. Early on, she had asked them where they were taking her. She was happy to find out that they were going to Mitch’s house. Rielly asked if Mitch was already there, and Pelachuk told her he didn’t know.
Rielly grew eager with anticipation as they turned off the country road and onto the street that would take them to Mitch’s. There were no streetlights this far from the city. The communities around the Chesapeake Bay had a tendency to want things to stay as they were a hundred years ago. Building permits had to be paraded past one inspector after another, and variances were rarely granted. Something as modern as a street lamp would be a blight on the landscape. Rielly knew this was one of the reasons Mitch had moved this far out. He loved his alone time, and out here he could get it. As Rielly looked out the window, the only things she could make out were the lights of several farmhouses off in the distance.
A few minutes later, the car slowed to ten miles an hour, and the two agents stuck their chins over the dashboard in an effort to find the right address.
From the back seat, Rielly said, “It’s the third one on the left.” As they got a little closer, she added, “That one right there by the white mailbox.”
The car turned and started down the long driveway. Rielly immediately noticed that all the lights were off in the house, and her heart sank. Mitch wasn’t there yet. Salem turned the car around, driving on the lawn in the process, and parked in front of the garage facing the street.
Neither agent made an effort to get out of the car, so Rielly asked, “What are we doing?”
“We’re waiting,” answered Pelachuk.
“For what?”
As innocently as possible, he said, “I don’t have a key.”
“Well, I do.”
Pelachuk looked at his partner. “What do you think?” “How long are we going to be waiting?”
“I don’t know. An hour…maybe two.”
“I say we wait inside if she has a key.”
Pelachuk looked back at Rielly. “Would you like to go inside?”
“Yes.” Rielly reached for the door handle.
“Hold on a minute. Let me go check things out first, and then we’ll go in.” Turning back to his partner, he said, “Anything funny happens, get her out of here and don’t worry about me.”
Special Agent Pelachuk got out of the sedan and closed the door. Standing next to the car, in plain view of Rielly, he drew his weapon and disappeared around the side of the house. When he reached the deck in back, he looked down at the dock briefly and then put his gun away. The man knew no one was there. They’d had the house under surveillance since Monday. Grabbing his digital phone, he punched in a number and held the tiny encrypted phone to his ear.
After three rings, a voice said, “Hello.”
“We have the girl, and we’re at the rendezvous point.”
“Does she suspect anything?”
“No. She even offered to let us in. Just like you thought.”
