The Eagle's Secret
Erez Aharoni
Language: English
Pages: 306
ISBN: 1495963586
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
Ido Barnea, a non-typical Israeli combat pilot, is flying a routine night flight over the Negev desert when suddenly his reliable Skyhawk jet fighter starts to vibrate uncontrollably and finally crashes, forcing Ido to eject at the last possible second. At that exact moment, in the heart of Brussels, a young girl is kidnapped. What is the connection between those two incidents? Who is behind them?
Eldad Sorek, and next to that was the signature of the chairman of the Commission of Inquiry, Lieutenant Colonel Bentzi Yarkoni. He had impressive capacity, this officer. Without detailed investigation, just several dry lines devoid of compassion, he had sealed my fate. At the end of the chapter of recommendations was a pile of technical photographs along with enlarged photographs of the accident. As I went through the collection of photos, one photograph caught my eye. It showed details of
circumstances were not the time and place to change the version. "So open your mouth and start to tell," he roared. Another slap to my right cheek; it was like meeting a tennis racket wielded at high speed by Rafael Nadal. "Tell you what?" I asked cautiously. He went over to the closet across the room and came back with a black plastic bag, which he placed over my head. For a moment I was glad that my cheeks were covered. "Tell us what you know," suggested Jano. He didn’t have to elaborate. I
out. I decided to go back and get my mother's car at the first opportunity. I knew this residential neighborhood; I had visited it more than once. Many career military personnel lived in the neighborhood, including junior and senior officers from the Air Force. The home of Lieutenant Colonel Bentzi Yarkoni was like the other houses on the street, large and quiet. The address Itzik had given me was a two-story house with a tiled roof, painted white, with a hedge pruned to military standards and a
pilots in the Air Force, piloting the plane. If there was anyone who wouldn't love to find me as an unwelcome guest in his cockpit, it was Shavit. He’s unpredictable when he’s angry, I reminded myself. For a moment, I was having second thoughts. Shavit entered the van and sat in the front seat beside the driver. He didn’t fit easily in the seat. I mumbled, "Hello," in a subdued voice. "You can take off your helmet. You don’t need it on yet," Shavit said in a thick voice and commanding tone.
told him in a whisper, "to the Israeli Embassy." She gave the address and trailed off. "No problem. I know where it is, but I think the embassy is probably closed today." He wore a blue beret on his head, and his eyes widened in shock at the pallor of the woman who yesterday had seemed so healthy and strong. "Ohh..." Naama moaned in pain. She hid her waist to hide the blood stain which was spreading across her blouse. Should I go straight to the hospital? she asked herself. No, it's too