well. Better we should finish this business quick.â He removed his wool cap and thrust his fingers into the thinning gray hair plastered to his scalp.
âWhatâs wrong with her?â Benizri asked, alarmed. He breathed deeply and coughed as a cloud of black smoke filled the tunnel.
âShe didnât feel well,â Shimshi said as Benizri laid the monitor at Azrielâs feet and rushed to look inside the car.
The minister of labor and social affairs lay crumpled on the backseat of the car. Someone had placed her purse under her head. Her eyes were closed. Benizri squeezed inside the car. âIs she conscious?â he asked.
âShe passed out!â Shimshi called.
âMy ass, she passed out!â shouted one of the two workers standing nearest the car. âSheâs just pretending. Itâs all a big act.â
Benizri pressed her wrist; her pulse was faint and irregular. He looked at her ashen face and listened to her labored breathing, then took a look around the car and proceeded to lift her into a sitting position. He removed her black wool jacket and unbuttoned her light blue blouse.
âHey there!â Azriel called to him, alarmed. âWhat are you doing to her?â
âDonât worry, I was a combat medic in the army,â Danny Benizri said. In one swift movement he lifted her into his arms and unfastened the hooks of her bra, raising the cups off her chest and exposing her small, white breasts. He was surprised at their erect firmness, and the fact that he was even noticing them suddenly embarrassed him, so that he looked around to see whether anyone else was watching. He slapped her cheeks lightly; she nearly slipped out of his arms, but he held on tightly, and with his foot pushed open the door of the Volvo so that it would not close. âShimshi,â he shouted, âShimshi, itâs dangerous what you guys are doing.â
âNot at all,â called back the younger of the two men standing near Shimshi lighting a cigarette. âItâs all a big act. She learned it watching soap operas.â
âShimshi,â Benizri warned, âIâm telling you, I was a medic in the army, Iâve seen things. This is dangerous. You canât know if she has some kind of medical problem, you canât take that chance. She could have asthma or an allergy or even diabetesââ
âAsthma. She has asthma attacks,â Azriel said, raising himself to his full height. âI told them, but they wonât listen.â
Danny Benizri covered her with her wool jacket, climbed out of the car, and stood close to Shimshi. âListen to what Iâm telling you,â he whispered. âThis could end badly, it couldâ¦she could suffocate, and then you guys are totally screwed. Believe me, I know what Iâm talking about. Get her out of here, fast. If something happens to her, the police will come in here full force, explosives or not, and theyâll be pulling bodies out of here. Iâm telling you, itâll be a disaster.â
Mauling his wool cap between his fingers, Shimshi glanced toward his cohorts as they walked toward the trucks.
âLet her leave now,â Danny Benizri said. âGet her out of here before you have a disaster on your hands, and Iâ¦Get her out of here and keep me here in her place. Iâll be your hostage.â
âIâm not in this alone,â Shimshi whispered, folding his cap. âI canât make a decision like that on my own, I need to consult with my men.â
âSo consult with them. Quickly,â Benizri said, glancing at the monitor. He saw the director general of the Finance Ministry blinking at the social worker brought into the studio in place of him.
Shimshi stepped aside and gathered the men around him. Danny Benizri climbed back into the car and placed the ministerâs head in his lap.
âGot any water?â he asked Azriel, who quickly opened the
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