“Zagreb 48 hours straight?”
Zagreb tore his bleary eyes from the computer screen to regard the head of his department in the Mossad.
“Go home already!” Itzik Weiner emphasized each word. “You also need to eat and sleep like the rest of humanity.”
For the thousandth time Zagreb ran his long knobbed fingers through his unruly black hair standing it totally on end. Muttering resentfully “You’re the boss ” he closed the program and left the office just as Itzik’s second-in-command entered.
“What’s with him?” Yair nodded toward the door still reverberating from being violently slammed. He handed a paper cup of strong black coffee to Itzik.
