The Moses Legacy

Chapter 38

Driving at night along the Nile Valley was a dangerous business. The main ‘highway’ was a single lane in which vehicles parked at night with their lights off, and donkey carts with neither lights nor red markings or reflectors to make them visible trundled along invisibly. Added to that, there were also trucks with unsafe loads and long-distance taxis, driven with a brazen disregard not only for the speed limit but even for the laws of physics.

This meant that drivers had to make a hard choice between high speed, to mingle with the flow of local motorized traffic, and low speed to avoid the pitfalls of the stationary vehicles and donkeys. Navigating a middle course between those two perils was difficult.

But Sarit didn’t really have a choice.

She had followed Goliath back to Luxor, thinking that he was going to ditch the jeep and either fly back to Cairo or take the overnight train. But instead he proceeded to drive north along the Nile Valley, presumably intending to make it to Cairo by road. This was understandable – the further he took the jeep away from the western valley, the less likely Mansoor and the others were to be found. And this made Sarit more convinced that they were still alive.

Sarit calculated that she had two options – either to press on and try to catch Goliath, or to turn back to save the people she was supposed to protect. The drive back would take several hours and it was already dark. On the other hand, she had had to stop for petrol and was not sure if she was still in with a chance of catching up with Goliath. He might be driving fast, in excess of the speed limit. Of course she could do the same, but what if she was stopped by the police? The last thing she wanted to do was come to the attention of the authorities.

Finally, she made a decision. She pulled over by the roadside and logged on to the Internet via her mobile phone. Lacking the time for the usual photograph and steganography routine, she put a message on the wall of her social network page that said: I’m looking for big man. She just hoped that Dovi or someone at the Mossad would get it and give her a real-time update on his whereabouts.

Right now she didn’t have time to wait for an answer. Instead, she restarted the car and drove on, keeping to the main road north. After a while she got a message on her phone that a friend had commented on her wall. She pulled over again, logged on and saw a message that said: You’re only two kilometres away from the man of your dreams. Maybe you’ll have to chase him faster, but keep going the way you are and you’ll meet him.

She smiled and realized that Mossad were tracking both her and Goliath via the GPS on their mobile phones. The message implied that a slight acceleration would be all that she needed to catch up with him.

Looking at the terrain, she realized that she might find a quiet spot without witnesses where she could deal with Goliath once and for all. Then she remembered that this was a petrol car, not diesel and that meant she could nip this problem in the bud. Instead of restarting the car immediately, she got out, opened the tank and siphoned off some petrol into the soft drink bottle she had retained from the gas station. Using a rag from the boot of the car, which she soaked in petrol, she created a Molotov cocktail. She got back into the car and shoved it into the door compartment.

Now all she had to do was drive fast, without attracting the attention of the police. She realized that the way others were driving, she might just get away with it.