Selected Detective
INTRUDERS

The young man chose his path carefully the courtyard of the building. A large heavy leather bag hung on his right hand. He stopped several times to make sure he was not being observed or followed. Unnecessary caution because the area has been abandoned since five months ago, after all, it is a way out on the edge of the city, which is far from any residential area. It passed through a pile of beams, passing through a network of crumbling foundation trenches from which rows of rusty iron rods were set up like young trees blown by the wind, before finally becoming a large iron shipping container at the center of the site, the door is secured with a lock.

After once again looking around, he took out a cutting tool from his big bag, poked the padlock to open the door, then went inside. The air was hot and stuffy, full of the smell of dust and asphalt. On the other side was a pile of shabby tarpaulin the only thing in the room and, coming closer to him, he carefully hid the big bag under him, rearrange the material to its original shape before it exits again and secures the door back with a new lock. He threw a final glance around, then took out a key from his pocket. Then he dug and buried the key in the sand at the front left corner of the container, before straightening up and returning hastily to the site. The end of his rope was waving from under the shirt like an anenome tentacles waving in a strong current.

TAPPING TACTICS

Har-Zion was next to the phone as it rang, staring out through the window of his apartment while applying ointment on his arms and chest. He leaned over and picked up the phone, though, while slightly frowning as usual even after smeared with cream his skin looks like it is getting firmer in recent months answered with a short “Ken” and then listened calmly to the voice at the end there. Gradually and slowly the expression of pain that had made his mouth wrinkle as he bent over was gradually changing by itself, first becoming a concentrated pull, then a smile.

“Prepare Cessna,” said finally. “And tell the people at the airport, we need to plant a tracking device, just to make sure. Wait for me downstairs in twenty minutes. oh yeah, Avi, I'm coming. I'm definitely coming with.”

He hung up the phone, poured more ointment on his arm and then slowly rubbed it around his stomach, staring at the Old City below, with its domes and towers, and looks, too, The long Western wall. For a moment, very briefly, he allowed himself to daydream: the army, the great army, all the children of God, Israel merged into one, march through the Wall with Menorah on their heads before approaching the Temple Mount and tearing apart the Arab region. Then, closing the bottle again, he walked into his bedroom to get ready.

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Themes Stories about “Love Parents, In Abandoned, Betrayal and revenge as well as Ambitious, large-scale adventures.

“A thrilling and fun adventure quells cases that end up dragging on unexpected events, involving several Nations and Beliefs from three (3) Religions in the fight over the Holy Land with the gloomy and unsettled Politics of the Middle East, in interspersed with a momentary love romance story from the perpetrator himself.”

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