Chapter 6

“Keith!”

For a moment I felt like I had had an electric shock. Then I realized that the voice had come, not from above, but from behind me. Moreover, I thought I recognized it. When I turned around, I saw that I had been right. A man was walking towards me, wearing a grin and holding his arms wide in evident imitation of my own gesture. It was Zvika, George’s rather too ebullient friend. I groaned.

He lowered his arms as he came up to me. “What was that, darling? You were talking to God?”

My face burned slightly, but I smiled and nodded. “Yeah,” I said. “Trying to, anyway.”

He laughed and said something in what sounded like Hebrew. Given that he was Israeli, this seemed most likely. Zvika always made me uncomfortable; he seemed vaguely unruly, capable of almost anything. And while that wasn’t very disturbing when we met at George’s, out on the street it was.