The Teeth of the Tiger [antikvár]

PROLOGUE THE DTHER SIDE ? F THE RIVER ? A V ID GREENBDLD had been bom in that most American of communities, Brooklyn, but at his Bar Mitzvah, something important had changed in his life. After proclaiming "Today I am a man," he'd gone to the celebration party and met some family members who'd flown in from Israel. His uncle Moses was a very prosperous dealer in diamonds there. David's own father had seven retail jewelry stores, the flagship of which was on Fortieth Street in Manhattan. While his father and his uncle talked business over California wine, David had ended up with his first cousin, Daniel. His elder by ten years, Daniel had just begun work for the Mossad, Israel's main foreign-intelligence agency, and, a quintessential newbie, he had regaled his cousin with stories. Daniel's obligatory military service had been with the Israeli paratroopers, and he'd made eleven jumps, and had seen some action in the 1967 Six Day War. For him, it had been a happy war, with no serious casualties in his company, and just enough kiUs to make it seem to have been a sporting advenmre—a hunting trip against game that was dangerous, but not overly so, with a conclusion that had fitted very weU indeed with his prewar outlook and expectations. The stories had provided a vivid contrast to the gloomy TV coverage 1 !.» I : , I- 1 I i