The Blood Is the Life by David Carrico

Author:David Carrico [Carrico, David]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Fiction, Fantasy, Urban, Contemporary, General
ISBN: 9781625798756
Google: jqx3EAAAQBAJ
Amazon: B0B5B9QLD4
Publisher: Baen Books
Published: 2022-09-06T04:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 16

By the time the bomb crew arrived, everyone had cleared out of the club. The bodies had already been removed, so it was just the bomber who was left inside with the crew. By that point, Mordechai had wrapped up his discussions with Benyamin and his officers and turned in his headset, so he beckoned to Ariel and they walked back up the street and around the corner to where Mordechai’s car was parked. They threw their armor in the trunk, Mordechai moved his blazer to the back seat, they got in, and moments later were moving down the street again.

Mordechai touched a button on the console. “Call Mendel,” he said.

The sound of a phone ringing filled the car. It rang three times, then Rabbi Mendel’s voice said, “Hallo.”

“Rabbi, Mordechai Zalman here. I have young Ariel with me, and we have had a somewhat intense evening. We both need about a half-liter of our favorite beverage. We will arrive in about twenty minutes or so.”

“Ah. I understand. It will be waiting when you get here.”

“Very good. Shalom.”

“Shalom.”

There was a click and the call ended.

They were a couple of kilometers closer to their destination when Ariel looked over at Mordechai. “Why does blood taste different?”

“What?” Ariel could see Mordechai’s head move as he glanced over at him.

“Why does blood in Israel taste different than blood in America?”

Mordechai chuckled for a moment. “I don’t know. Genetics, maybe. Diet, maybe. American blood banks mostly process their donations and separate red blood cells from platelets and plasma, but I think Israel is like most of Europe and they store whole blood with much less processing.”

Ariel snorted. “Kind of like the difference between low-fat milk and whole milk?”

“Maybe. I don’t know. I don’t think I’ve noticed.”

“There’s a difference,” Ariel said. “I don’t know what it is, and I don’t know why, but I know it’s there.”

“Does the difference in taste make any real difference to you? Is it like different wines, or something like that?” Now Mordechai sounded amused.

“More like the difference between Coke and Pepsi. Not huge, but there. It just makes me curious.”

“Add it to the list of things you can research after you attain your degrees.”

Ariel snorted again.

Although he was driving reasonably, it still wasn’t long before Mordechai steered his car into the underground parking associated with the anonymous building where Dr. Mendel’s group had their facilities.

Ariel waited while Mordechai took his jacket out of the car and locked it, then they walked together to the elevator. Mordechai’s thumbprint sufficed to summon it. He caught Ariel watching. “Remind me to remind Rav Avram to have you added to the security list.”

Ariel was surprised when the elevator took them down rather than up, but the doors opened before he said anything, so he followed Mordechai out and down a short hallway. Mordechai again presented his thumb to another of the small metal plates, and a door opened before them. Ariel noted there was no handle on the door. After he walked through and the door closed behind them, he noticed there was no handle on the inside either.

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