Behind God's Back (25 page)

“A former Finnish criminal who has received Israeli citizenship. He's violent and dangerous. We know he's suspected of several assassinations. Another reason the motive is so critical is so we can try to predict his next moves.”

“If he's a professional, he's probably not hanging around Finland waiting to get caught.”

“We believe that he hasn't carried out his primary mission yet. We need your help to figure out what it is. That man is genuinely dangerous, not someone you just find and bring in. He has already killed three people.”

“If I knew anything, I would have told you… Wait, who's the third?”

Stenman took the lead. “We can't reveal that at this point… We suspect that the real motive might have something to do with your father and Oxbaum's roles in the Jewish congregation.”

“What roles?”

“Your father was involved in arranging the new Israeli Minister of Justice's visit to Finland, and so was Oxbaum. It's possible that the killer tried to get information on the visit from them. That means that the target would actually be Levi.”

“That also means that he might try the same thing with a third individual privy to the visit's arrangements and Levi's schedule,” I said. “Which includes you.”

All three of us looked at Roni. It must have felt uncomfortable.

“Do you guys really suspect that Dad's killer tried to get information from me about the visit?”

“You know Levi because he lived with you as an exchange student twenty years ago. I heard that Levi wanted to relive old memories and go for a sauna at your cottage. Is that true?”

“Yes, but… goddamn it. Believe me, you guys are way off here. Why would anyone want to kill Levi, and here in Finland of all places?”

“Because he has threatened to expose corruption and collusion between politicians and criminals. Killing Levi here is a lot easier than in Israel. Plus you can always pin the blame on some crazy anti-Semitic Finn.”

Roni was clearly rattled. “I don't know what to say… or what I can do to help…”

“Were you aware that, according to telecommunications data, your father was in contact with the Israeli Ministry of Justice on numerous occasions?”

“So what? It must have been to do with the visit… I mean, I know it was to do with the visit, let's put it that way.”

“It's also possible he wanted to tell Levi something about, say, Baltic Invest. Something he might have heard from Max.”

“Why the hell…”

I glanced at Stenman, and she took the floor. “We've been in touch with the Israeli police and we know that Levi's revelations would specifically threaten Benjamin Hararin, the owner of Baltic Invest, and Amos Jakov, whose front man Hararin is considered. Your father and Oxbaum may have had information that would have been dangerous for him.”

“Just a second ago you were suspecting that my father was killed because he didn't provide information about the
visit, and now you're claiming that Dad and Max were Levi's sources.”

“True,” I said. “But they might be interrelated. Let's assume your father found out something from Max, something of a sensitive nature about Baltic Invest. Can you guess what it might be?”

“I have no idea… I can try and think. If I come up with anything I'll be in touch right away…”

“We'd also like to know more about your personal connections to Baltic Invest,” Stenman said.

“There aren't any.”

“We understood that you borrowed money from them.”

“That can't be considered a connection. Thousands of other people have, too.”

“Who arranged the loans, Max or your brother-in-law, Joel Kazan?”

“Max did, of course.”

“What is the total amount of those loans?” I asked casually.

Roni sprang up. “My personal finances don't have anything to do with this. If I had known that the interrogation was going to sink to this level, I would have brought along a lawyer to ensure my rights.”

“We make the decisions about what's relevant for the investigation. Believe me, we're not asking out of curiosity, so sit down,” I ordered him. “The sooner you answer the question, the sooner you'll get out of there.”

“A little over a million.”

“So you have loans in the amount of a little over a million euros?” Stenman repeated.

“Yes.”

“Those are some pretty substantial monthly payments. Several thousand euros, off the top of my head.”

“I can handle them.”

“Especially now that your father is dead.” My remark was a cruel one, I had to admit.

Roni latched on to my words. “What are you implying?”

“That your stake in the company increased and you became CEO. I assume that also meant a raise.”

“I would have become CEO anyway.”

“But not as soon as you wanted to be.” We sat quietly for a moment, faces grave. Then I continued: “Since you and I know each other, I'll tell you frankly that we were seriously considering arresting you, so we could have some time to investigate your company's loans and personal financial affairs. However, we decided at this point to give you a chance to answer all of our questions as a free man. We hope cooperation will go a little more smoothly in the future.”

Roni rushed to assure us: “Of course I'll help you any way I can. I don't have anything to hide.”

“Will you show him out?” I said to Simolin.

Once the door had shut behind Roni, Stenman said: “We were pretty mean to him.”

“He deserved it.”

“Do you think he'll pass the word on?”

“I know he will.”

26

Autumn put her best foot forward as we wound our way through the southern Finnish forest. Now and again, a vista of rolling pastures and idyllic farmhouses would emerge behind the trees. This was a prosperous region, one whose residents hadn't had to resort to eating pine-bark bread during the shortages. In the rays of the autumn sun, the world was awash in vivid green and yellow, like a Van Gogh painting.

The Jacobsons' cottage was an old log-framed villa on the seashore. The property included a woodshed, a tool shed and a sauna painted traditional farmhouse red. The latter almost hung out over the water, and the sea lapped at the stone foundations of its porch.

Sillanpää was about a hundred yards away, his binoculars trained on the sauna. Nurmio was examining his cell phone. A rifle equipped with silencer and telescopic sight balanced on a bipod on a nearby rock.

“I never would have imagined in a million years that I'd be involved in anything like this,” Sillanpää said. “I should be protecting Levi, and instead I'm giving a Mossad killer a shot at him – and to top it all off, on purpose.”

“I'm the one taking the risks, and you guys will win out,” Nurmio promised generously, as he had before.

Sillanpää's superior had been in touch with Nurmio's boss at the Mossad, who had confirmed that Nurmio was on a very important clandestine mission and requested he be given any support possible. The assignment demanded exceptional measures, even according to Mossad standards,
but in this case they were up against exceptional forces as well.

Sillanpää had been given almost free rein, as well as freedom to take responsibility if something went awry and the affair resulted in a diplomatic incident. I had spared Huovinen's civil servant morality from being stretched beyond its limits and given him the light version of my involvement.

Even though Semeyev had been confirmed as the murderer, the crime wouldn't be solved until the person who had ordered the hit had been taken into custody. I told myself that I was still working towards that. And I was.

“Now,” Sillanpää said softly.

Three men stepped out of the sauna with towels around their waists and beer bottles in their hands. They sat down on the sauna terrace.

“I think it's time to make the call,” Nurmio said, more to himself than us, and started tapping at his phone. A moment later, I saw my brother Eli come out of the sauna with his phone. He handed it to one of the men sitting on the terrace. The man looked at the phone, perplexed, but then lifted it to his ear. The 15x zoom on my video camera served me the cottage as if on a platter.

“Hello, Minister Levi. It's me, Leo Meir. Do you remember me?”

Nurmio was standing right next to me, and I could hear every word.

“Hi, Meir. I don't mean to be rude, but I'm in a pretty tight spot here, so if you don't mind, let's talk later —”

“You have no idea what a tight spot you're in, Mr Minister.”

“I'm afraid I don't understand.”

“You're in Finland, on the terrace of a sauna. The sea looks gorgeous today.”

“How do you —”

“Because I can see you and I'm aiming a rifle at you. Do you mind stepping off a little to the side, so we can talk privately? A few feet is enough…”

Levi looked around, stood slowly, and walked to the end of the terrace. He gestured at the other two men, indicating that he wanted to talk privately. They rose and went inside.

Nurmio's polite tone instantly turned into brusque orders.

“Good. Now listen to me. I'm caught in a nasty bind. The Finnish police are hunting for me for the murders of Samuel Jacobson and Max Oxbaum. In addition, a Russian killer tried to shoot me. I'm seriously irate —”

“I don't understand what I can do. If you get back to me later, then —”

“No, I'm in a hurry. I want to clear this up right now. If we can't, not a single person in that sauna will walk out of here alive. I have a rifle and a bazooka. I can blast that entire cottage to smithereens. If you don't believe me, keep an eye on the post next to you.”

Nurmio steadied the rifle, aimed, and pressed the trigger. Through my binoculars, I saw splinters fly from the white wooden pillar. Nurmio's marksmanship left no room for complaint.

“Do you believe me now?”

“Yes. What do you want?”

“First of all, I want to know why someone wanted me dead. Secondly, I want to know why Jacobson and Oxbaum were killed. I was just supposed to scare them into keeping their mouths shut. Why wasn't that enough?”

Pensive silence.

“Speed it up. My trigger finger's getting itchy,” Nurmio said.

“And I'm supposed to know?”

“The only ones who do know are you and Jakov. Jakov is way off in Israel, and you're here and in my sights. So you get to tell.”

“You wouldn't dare shoot —”

Nurmio pressed the trigger and this time the bullet struck somewhere I didn't see. Levi evidently did, though, because he was examining the towel between his legs.

“You're insane! That almost hit me!”

“The next one is going to be aimed three inches higher. Your family jewels will become fish food.”

“I had to… Jacobson would have talked anyway. I found out that he and Oxbaum had agreed that they would tell the police everything. Scare tactics wouldn't have worked. The mess had to be cleaned up, and for good. You know that Jakov and I have a lot of enemies in Israel. One tiny slip and they'll be after me —”

“And now everyone's after me instead. I was framed for two murders. That was a nasty trick.”

“If you get out of Finland, I can guarantee you that —”

“If I were you, I wouldn't be making any promises. Why does Jakov want to get rid of me?”

“I don't know, believe me. I don't know.”

“You'd better know. I'm in a nasty bind, but so are you. I was forced to kill that Belarussian hoodlum that Jakov sent after me. His body is in my office. Things like that are hard to explain to the Finnish police. I know what hard-asses they can be. Believe it or not, they won't even take money, no matter how much you try to push it on them.” Nurmio looked my way and smiled.

“I can get you out of the country on an El Al flight,” I heard Levi say. “I can make it happen tomorrow. I'll talk to Jakov and clear things up with him. This must be a misunderstanding. He'll listen to me. I promise —”

“You're a little too eager to make promises. Promises have a way of being forgotten in proportion to the number of feet from where they were made.”

“The only thing I can think of is that Jakov doesn't trust you any more for some reason. You know that… know him…”

“I thought I did; I must not, after all. But evidently Jakov doesn't know me either, even though he should. I've done him some big favours and he betrayed me. He's going to pay for this, and so are you. You probably heard what I had to do for my citizenship. One crook and one politician won't weigh
much in that equation. There's not a place on this earth Jakov could hide from me.”

“Don't get worked up. We need to negotiate calmly.”