Benny shrugged. “Listen, I’m in the beis medrash every day. I’ve seen a lot of guys over the years. I don’t know everything, but I could tell you weren’t happy"
Benny hurried home, turning Avi’s words over in his mind. This is what you do. You make sure he doesn’t get on the plane. Bring him back to Yerushalayim.
How was he supposed to make that happen?
He opened the door to the apartment gently. Tziporah was folding towels at the dining room table. There was a decided tension in the way she snapped each one into soldier-like symmetry.
“Hey, Tziporah,” he said. “I spoke to Lederberg, you were right. He got me in touch with some guy who seems to know all about these dealers and their system. The guys in the dorm said Meir wanted to get to the airport early, so it looks like I’m going to have to go to Ben-Gurion and try to get hold of him there.”
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