“It’s six in the morning!” Rivka Neiman squinted at the clock while she hastily pulled on her robe and adjusted her tichel. “Who on earth could be banging on the front door so early on a Friday morning?” Through the peephole she saw two men with rather sour expressions waiting in the hall.
“Who are you? What do you want?” she called through the door without opening it.
“Police” the shorter one replied in a baritone voice holding up his identification so she could examine it through the peephole.
The man’s name was listed as Shimon Amsalem and his official ID showed his picture. The other man held up his wallet and she could read the name Shmuel Toledano though she couldn’t clearly see his photograph.
