The killers released her. Her body hit the floor.
The first man gave a nod to the second. It was Twitchy Eye’s turn now.
He drew his pistol. He disappeared into the bedroom where there were still sounds of sleep from Rocco. There were two large reports from a high-caliber pistol. Then a third to make sure the job was done.
Twitchy Eye reappeared.
No more snoring sounds. Just some gurgling.
“Finito?” asked the first man.
“Finito,” Twitchy Eye answered.
“È certo?”
“His brains are against the wall if you want to go look.”
Twitchy Eye went into the bathroom. Using a washcloth to preclude leaving any finger prints, he turned off the water. No point in presiding over a flood that would bring the carabinieri here days before they otherwise might be summoned.
Their business there concluded, the two men left the apartment. They were in separate cars leaving Italy before the sun rose to the midpoint of the sky.
SEVENTEEN
Alex LaDuca and Michael Cerny sat at a round table in the office at the State Department office he had reserved for such meetings.
They had been together for two hours. It was already past 11:00 a.m. His background briefing on Yuri Federov and The Caspian Group neared conclusion. The forefront of Alex’s mind was teeming with new information and ideas as Cerny moved his discussion of Federov in a final direction.
“He has one soft spot,” Cerny said. “One Achilles heel.”
“I can hardly wait to hear what that is.”
“He has a passion for highly educated Western women.”
“I was up till 2:00 a.m. reading the FBI file,” Alex answered. “He’s a pig, a murderer, and a gangster.”
“That would be accurate.”
“I don’t know why any educated Western woman would want anything to do with him. And if you don’t mind a little vengeful Old Testament spunkiness,” she continued, “his soul should burn in hell someday.”
“Look,” Cerny said, “I like your take-no-prisoners spirit, but let’s be constructive. Your assignment will be to discuss issues pertaining to The Caspian Group and US Taxation. As mentioned, Federov owes the US millions in unpaid taxes. Just getting him to file the proper forms would be a victory.”
She felt a wave of indignation building. “And what’s my real assignment?”
“Stay with him every moment you can. Barely let him out of your sight for the duration of your trip, particularly while the president is there. Find out everything you possibly can.”
He fell silent. She felt there was more on the way. She waited.
“It wouldn’t bother us if you got to know him as well as a woman could,” he said.
Then he smirked. There was a nasty pause.
“Are you asking me to seduce him?”
“If you choose to do that,” he said, “even if it were only an occasional relationship. At your rank you’re eligible for performance pay. Bonuses.”
Alex steamed. She glared at Cerny. He raised his eyebrows. “Why don’t I just walk out of here right now?” she asked.
“I was expecting that question by the end of this briefing,” he said, “but it’s my job to put this proposition before you. It’s not coming from me; it’s coming from your government. Sometimes dirty work has to be done for the greater good.”
“You people are disgusting. Why don’t you hire a hooker?”
“Not to put too keen an edge on it, Alex, but if we could find one who was a security specialist, spoke five languages, could master a crash course in Ukrainian in a month, and could take care of herself and possibly come back in one piece, which, since you like honesty, the last part wouldn’t be essential, we probably would. But we can’t. So there. We’re asking you.”
There was a moment that passed between them in tense silence.
“Have someone else do your dirty work. And have me fired if you wish,” she said.
“Not at all. And once again, you’ve just demonstrated why you’re perfect for this assignment. Alex, really! We need you to do it. You don’t have to get physical with him, but we do want you to be with him. Constantly.”
She seethed. “Why?” she pressed.
“I can’t answer that. I don’t even know, myself. We want you to watch him every moment,” he said. “Every inch of the way. We want to know exactly where he is. Just shadow him. Promise him anything. Find out whatever you can about him, his business, his associates. Anything from how he used to beat up his bimbos in Brooklyn to whether he’s selling Pepsi-Cola and Playboy to the North Koreans. You’re our one person who will keep him interested. Your country is counting on you.”
She found herself fingering the gold cross again. Her thoughts went far away as she disappeared into herself. A long silence passed between them.
He waited.
“I’ll take the assignment. I’ll make the trip,” she said, “but I’ll do things on my own terms. And if your sleazebag Bolshevik narco-gangster puts his hands on me I’ll break both his filthy wrists.”
“See? That’s what we like about you. Righteous indignation. You’re perfect for this.”
“Those are my conditions.”
“All right,” he said. “It’s a deal.”
EIGHTEEN
Later in the day, Alex went to Human Resources where she sat for a series of photographs, changing her blouse for each new photo. She rearranged her hair slightly with each picture so that no two shots were too much alike or appeared to have been taken at the same time. New IDs were being made and new photos were in order. It was yet another indication that this was no ordinary trip.
In the early afternoon, back in her office at FinCen, Alex completed the reassignment of her current caseload to other investigators at FinCen. After lunch she returned to a newly assigned room in the State Department.
Her language instructor, Olga, arrived at a few minutes past four. Olga led Alex through some preliminary ground rules for the study of Ukrainian. The teacher seemed pleased that Alex had a solid grasp of Russian. That gave her entry into Ukrainian. Alex felt like a graduate student getting tutored for a final.
The trouble was, her heart wasn’t completely in it.
She found herself thinking about her assignment that night when she worked out at the gym. There was no basketball that evening, but she did spot a few of the players: Jack, who was an accountant for the IRS; Laura, her old buddy who worked at the White House; and Ben, who was running laps on his prosthesis.
From the locker room afterward she phoned Robert on her cell phone. He wasn’t home yet either.
“Want to grab a pizza?” she asked.
“I’d like to grab you, instead,” he answered. “Or maybe the pizza and then you.”
“I’ve got cold beer in the fridge,” she said. It was the first time all day Alex felt relaxed. Robert had that effect on her.
“It’s a deal,” he said.
There was a Chicago-style pizza place called Jean & Luca’s not far from Dupont Circle where he lived. He said he’d swing by there, get a thick pie, and drive it over to her place.
He did.
She had an ulterior motive this evening, however, and elaborated when they broke open the pie and the beer.
“How would you feel about running a couple of names across your files?” she asked.
“What files?”
“The Secret Service ones that will tell you where someone in the government works.”
“Where are you going with this?”
“Michael Cerny, who recruited me for this Ukrainian assignment,”she said. “And this three-hundred-pound woman named Olga Liashko. I want to know if they have any CIA links.”