Shadows Amongst Light (The Spy Who Loves Me) by Mary Eason

side, fighting the wrong enemy. An enemy that I couldn’t win against. He told me that I didn’t know what was really happening. I didn’t know him or what I was really fighting for? Just told me that I had no idea what the truth really is. I was fighting against an enemy that I didn’t know.
                  I must have picked up the phone at least a dozen times during that long sleepless night to call Noah and confess my sins but in the end I couldn’t do it.
                  Not because I believed Noah wanted to be married to me, but because I believed anyone at the Bureau ever discovered my connection to Elijah then both my loyalty as well as Noah’s would be on the line.
                  Almost for certain I would be out of The Organization. Considering my family connection and the information, I knew I had to wonder what else?
                  Round and round my thoughts went throughout that night. I went through my first pot of coffee and then made another fighting off the exhaustion that eventually came. I couldn’t sleep. Too much was at stake. My future, my child as well as my brother’s was in jeopardy. I no longer was thinking of myself in terms of being with Noah. I believed that our marriage was only another lie away from being over.
                  I sat down at my computer again and begin to read the document one more time, my thoughts went back over the language that Davis had used with the others tonight. While the first guy had been speaking what I believed was Arabic even though he’d botched the attempt terribly I now wondered if that had just been a very bad interpretation.
                  My first assumption had been wrong about Davis. As I read the words of the document I realized that what I’d heard from Davis and the others tonight was a slightly slang version of what I was reading right now.
                  They had all been attempting to speak Aramaic. It’s just that the accent and pronunciation of that language can vary widely. I’d been thrown by this.
                  So, what were modern day terrorist doing using a language as ancient as Aramaic? Was it simply to secure communications or was there something else here that I was missing?
                  I glanced out my kitchen window and saw that the sun was just beginning to rise. It was almost daylight. I‘d survived the worse night of my life.
                  I read the note again searching for something that I might have missed. Possibly some reference to dates. It was then that I saw something in the closing of the document that I’d initially overlooked. A single word but still I couldn’t translate it. Jezzuha.
                  It could be just a form of closing but that little warning tingle at the base of my spin told me this wasn’t the case. There was another meaning that I didn’t understand just yet but I would. I was determined because I knew its meaning contained something important.
                  At this point I was too exhausted to think clearly much less understand its importance.
                  I closed the document and shutdown my computer. Then I showed and crawled under the covers. My bed had never felt so big or so empty before this moment.
                  In spite of the danger, I knew what I was going back out there again tonight. To that very same spot. I’d go there for as long as it took to get the answers I needed to clear my brother and stop the attack that was being planned.
                  If I had to force Davis’s hand, I didn’t care. I needed to talk to Judah. Here from his own lips that he was Elijah before I could believe any of those things. Unfortunately, I was running out of time.
                  It was only a matter of time before someone at The Organization discovered what I’d been up to as