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  The Peace Killers

  Zeb Carter Series, Book 2

  Ty Patterson

  Contents

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  Copyright © 2018 by Ty Patterson

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  Acknowledgments

  Dedications

  Untitled

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Chapter 33

  Chapter 34

  Chapter 35

  Chapter 36

  Chapter 37

  Chapter 38

  Chapter 39

  Chapter 40

  Chapter 41

  Chapter 42

  Chapter 43

  Chapter 44

  Chapter 45

  Chapter 46

  Chapter 47

  Chapter 48

  Chapter 49

  Chapter 50

  Chapter 51

  Chapter 52

  Chapter 53

  Chapter 54

  Chapter 55

  Chapter 56

  Chapter 57

  Chapter 58

  Chapter 59

  Chapter 60

  Chapter 61

  Chapter 62

  Chapter 63

  Chapter 64

  Chapter 65

  Epilogue

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  Bonus Chapter from Burn Rate

  Author’s Message

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  The Peace Killers is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All rights reserved. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the publisher except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.

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  Acknowledgments

  No book is a single person’s product. I am privileged that The Peace Killers has benefited from the input of several great people.

  Mandy Walkden-Brown, Paula Artlip, Sheldon Levy, Molly Birch, David T. Blake, Tracy Boulet, Patricia Burke, Mark Campbell, Tricia Cullerton, Claire Forgacs, Dave Davis, Sylvia Foster, Cary Lory Becker, Charlie Carrick, Pat Ellis, Dori Barrett, Simon Alphonso, Dave Davis, V. Elizabeth Perry, Ann Finn, Pete Bennett, Eric Blackburn, Margaret Harvey, David Hay, Jim Lambert, Suzanne Jackson Mickelson, Tricia Terry Pellman, Jimmy Smith, Maria Stine, Theresa and Brad Werths, who are my beta readers and who helped shape my book, my launch team for supporting me, Donna Rich for her proof reading and Doreen Martens for her editing.

  Dedications

  To Michelle Rose Dunn, Debbie Bruns Gallant, Tom Gallant and Cheri Gerhardt, for supporting me.

  If you want to make peace, you don’t talk to your friends. You talk to your enemies.

  — Moshe Dayan

  Chapter One

  Jerusalem, Israel

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  Eliel Magal woke up when the city was still dark.

  No, he corrected himself, when he cracked open the window and peered out at the quiet neighborhood. It was grey. Dawn was approaching fast.

  Five-thirty am. He didn’t have to look at the bedside clock to know what time it was. He always woke up at that hour, a deeply ingrained habit.

  He padded to the small bathroom and, when he emerged, knocked on the door down the hallway. Navon Shiri opened it instantly, eyes alert, hair brushed neatly, dressed in plain white.

  The two men went to the kitchen and prepared breakfast. Warm milk for Magal, cereal and a banana for Shiri, who took his bowl to the living room and turned on the TV, to the Palestinian Broadcasting Corporation, PBC, channel. The programming wasn’t available in Israel, but the two men had piggybacked on an illegal feed and were able to watch the content.

  Magal joined him on the couch, and the two watched the news in silence.

  The two men could have been brothers. They weren’t
. They were lightly tanned, with dark eyes, short cropped hair, clean-shaven. Five feet, six inches tall. No distinguishing features. Nothing about them stood out.

  Magal’s glass clinked when he placed it on the table as he watched the screen.

  Gaza was burning, as was the West Bank.

  The United States had opened its embassy in Jerusalem, and that had triggered intense outrage and violent protests in Palestine.

  Thousands of Palestinian protesters had gathered at the border fence and had thrown Molotov cocktails, burning tires, stones, whatever missiles they could find, at the Israeli Defense Forces, IDF, on the other side of the fence. The IDF had fired in return, and dozens of people had been killed.

  Shiri peeled his banana and flicked to another news channel. Different reporter, same coverage. He went back to the previous one and bit into his fruit.

  The two of them didn’t need to discuss the riots. They knew what had happened. Every person in Israel and Palestine knew of the region’s history and that of Jerusalem in particular.

  Palestinians believed they were an oppressed people, Israel the oppressor. The majority of Israelis believed they were defending their country and their land.

  Nabil and Shiri didn’t look at the screen when the reporter brought up a map and went through a history recap.

  In 1948, Israel declared itself an independent state. The next day, war broke out between a coalition of Arab nations and the newly formed country. Jordan occupied West Bank and East Jerusalem. Egypt took over Gaza at the end of the war.

  In 1967, there was another war, at the end of which Israel occupied East Jerusalem, Gaza, Golan Heights and Sinai. In 1979, Israel and Egypt signed a historic peace treaty and Sinai was returned to Egypt.

  That eventually led to what the Palestine state currently was, a country in two geographical parts. West Bank, bordered by Jordan to the east and Israel in all other directions, and the Gaza Strip, which had the Mediterranean Sea behind it, Egypt to the south and Israel at the north and west. Palestine’s two regions did not share a border between them.

  The politics and governance of the state were divided, too. The West Bank was administered by the Palestinian National Authority, while Gaza was ruled by Hamas, which, Israel, the United States and the European Union regarded as a terrorist organization.

  The reporter droned on about the status of Jerusalem, that East Jerusalem was claimed by Palestine but was controlled by Israel. Shiri tuned to Kan TV, the Israeli channel. Similar news, with an Israeli slant. He grunted in disgust and was about to turn off the TV when Magal raised his hand.

  The reporter went into breathless excitement mode.

  ‘There are several rumors,’ she said, leaning forward, her eyes sparkling, ‘that Israeli and Palestinian negotiators are meeting in secret to work out a historic peace accord. Government officials on both sides have declined to comment on this.’

  She went on about the significance of the development, if true, and at that point Shiri turned off the TV. He finished his cereal and went to the kitchen, where he washed and rinsed his bowl.

  Magal yawned and stretched. ‘I’ll get ready,’ he said.

  Shiri grunted and peered out of the kitchen window. It was seven am. Light traffic outside in German Colony, the Jerusalem neighborhood they were in. He went to his room and changed into a white shirt and khaki trousers. Walking shoes over his feet. A Glock 17 went into a holster attached to his belt. He adjusted his loose shirt to ensure the gun wasn’t visible to the casual eye. In his trouser pockets went several spare magazines.

  He emerged from his room to see an old woman in the hallway. She was in a patterned dress that fell below her knees. Hunched over, her white hair tied in a neat bun. Glasses on her wrinkled face. Left hand trembling as she held a walking stick. Right hand clutching a large bag, which seemed heavy.

  Magal, the woman in disguise, placed the bag on the floor and flexed his fingers. Shiri toed it and felt something hard inside it. He peered down and nodded in satisfaction when he saw the shape of a Galil MAR, an Israeli automatic rifle.

  ‘Ready?’ he asked in Hebrew.

  ‘Let’s go,’ Magal replied.

  Chapter Two

  Kadikoy, Istanbul

  Three Days Before

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  Zeb Carter was breaking into a hotel room rented by two Mossad kidon. Mossad was his closest ally, but on this particular mission, he wasn’t sure.

  * * *

  It had started a month ago, in New York.

  He had been on the trail of one Uzair Hussain, a Pakistani nuclear scientist. Hussain’s international travel had been flagged by his team’s supercomputer. Werner.

  The scientist traveled often to Europe, which in itself wasn’t a big deal. What was interesting was that, once on the continent, he seemed to drop off the radar and surfaced only when returning.

  Beth and Meghan looked into it. The twins oversaw the Agency’s intel gathering and analysis, along with Broker. Cracking into airline databases and Pakistani networks wasn’t hard for them.

  ‘Six visits to the Middle East in two years,’ Beth had told Zeb, a month earlier.

  ‘Middle East? I thought he went to Europe.’

  ‘That was the entry point,’ she explained patiently. A lot of it was needed when dealing with Zeb. ‘He flew into Paris or Amsterdam or any one of the large hubs. From there he took trains. Used fake IDs. Good trade craft. But not good enough to escape all the security cameras in Europe.’

  ‘Where did he go?’

  ‘Turkey. Istanbul.’

  ‘All six times?’

  ‘Yeah. Fewer cameras in that country, but we ran facial recognition on the CCTV feeds in their train and bus terminals and got these.’

  She dumped a bunch of photographs on his desk. Zeb flicked through them rapidly. Blurred images in several of them, but clear enough to make out Hussain’s profile.

  He looked up when Meghan joined her sister. Something in their faces…

  ‘What’s up?’

  ‘There’s a café in Kadikoy, which is in—’

  ‘Istanbul. What about it?’

  ‘There’s a security camera across the street. A bank. We hacked into it and got this.’

  Meghan’s right hand came from behind her back, holding another photograph.

  Hussain seated at a table outside the café. Another man facing him. Both of them drinking what seemed to be tea.

  It was the second man that got Zeb’s attention.

  ‘That’s—’

  ‘Kamran Shahi.’ Meghan brushed a stray curl of hair back. ‘Iran’s nuclear guy. He’s responsible for their weapons program.’

  Zeb studied the photograph again. Both men were in suits. Neatly trimmed beards. The Iranian seemed older, with grey flecks in his hair.

  Iran had stopped its uranium enrichment program after it had struck a deal with the United States and Europe.

  ‘It could be innocuous,’ he said half-heartedly.

  ‘Could be,’ Beth agreed. ‘But you know what happened with another Pakistani nuclear scientist.’

  Zeb nodded. The whole world knew.

  A.Q. Khan, the ‘father’ of Pakistan’s atomic bomb, had sold nuclear secrets to Iran, North Korea and Libya. He had played a major role in nuclear proliferation in some of the worst regimes in the world.

  He tossed the image on the desk and stretched his arms. Caught himself when he sensed something. The sisters seemed to be buzzing with excitement.

  ‘There’s more?’

  ‘Heck, yeah!’ Beth’s eyes flashed. ‘He’s planning another trip. To Europe. In a month’s time.’

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  And that led to Zeb flying to Istanbul a week before the Pakistani’s arrival, checking in to a decrepit hotel in Kadikoy as a local businessman.

  His plan was to shadow the scientist and place a bug on him.

  That plan changed when he spotted the couple who frequented the café each day. Mediterranean looks. Seemingly in love.
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  Zeb wore a different disguise each day: an elderly man one day, a woman returning from shopping the next.

  He was in his third older-man disguise when he got close to the couple and overheard their conversation. They had their heads close together and were almost whispering.

  Zeb caught snatches of their conversation. How long they would be staying. When it would happen. How it would go down.

  The it aroused his suspicions. Just that word, nothing else describing whatever the event was.