Earl tensed as a blue Ford Taurus pulled into the driveway and the three passengers disembarked. Poised for action, he relayed their arrival to his team.
Blue walked into the house between Gregor and Markov, and saw Sergei sitting on the couch smiling.
"I'm so glad we've come to an understanding. I really didn't want to kill your mother after your nice reunion."
Keeping her voice expressionless, Blue asked, "Where is she?"
"She'll be joining us once you give me the password." Sergei smiled coldly, knowing the agent wouldn't agree, but having fun at her expense.
Blue refused to be baited, and shrugged. "That isn't the deal."
Sergei eyes turned cold. "You still don't understand who's in charge here, do you?"
Meeting the cold eyes with a glare, she said, "What are you going to do? Try and beat it out of me. Did you forget the lessons you taught me?" Having made her point, Blue crossed her arms. "Let's cut the shit and get down to business."
The Russian smiled, imagining the slow, torturous death he had planned for his one time protégé. He glanced at Markov and nodded. "Get her."
Blue's demeanor was calm, but every muscle was tense, alerted by the adrenaline surging through her body. Her mother appeared a short time later, flanked by Markov and another agent.
Her only weapon was a small .38 tucked into her waistband, just out of sight, beneath her jacket. She had to get closer to her mother. Ignoring Sergei, she asked, "Are you okay?" and began walking toward her mother.
Sergei stood and blocked her way. "Oh no. First the password."
The operative narrowed her eyes and spat, "Leprechaun." Then pushing past the Russian, she approached her mother drawing her into a hug while activating the transmitter she'd installed on her cell phone. Markov and the other agent glanced at their boss, awaiting orders.
Sergei watched the reunion with interest. It never failed to amaze him how family could render otherwise effective operatives helpless. This was going to be an enjoyable killing. Deciding the reunion had lasted long enough, he said, "One more thing." Waiting for Blue to turn around, he began pulling out his weapon as the front door crashed open.
Blue swept Masha's feet from beneath her and threw her weight against the older woman, drawing her weapon as they fell to the floor, and ignoring her mother's grunt at the hard landing. The sounds of gunfire echoed through the room, and the operative targeted the agent nearest her mother, inflicting a leg wound that dropped him to the floor in agony.
She quickly located Sergei behind the couch, vaguely aware of shots being fired in the upper levels of the house. Unwilling to leave her mother, she carefully aimed for his arm, hoping to incapacitate him and end the gun battle. Before she could squeeze off a shot, Blue watched in horror as the Russian's head exploded, splattering the couch and floor around him with blood and gray matter.
She heard her mother gasp, and felt the older woman's heart thundering in her ears at the carnage in front of them. Tracking the direction of the shot with her own weapon, she saw Gregor drop his gun as one of Earl's agents fired a round into his bicep.
Her heart sank, knowing she'd just lost her biggest bargaining chip.
CHAPTER 18
SHELBY ALMOST TRIPPED over Stormy on her way to the door. Glancing out the peephole, she opened the door to admit Earl and a statuesque woman who was obviously Kris' mother.
Walking into the apartment, Earl turned to the woman standing next to him, and said, "This is Shelby. You'll be staying here." He glanced at Shelby. "This is Masha, Kris' mother."
Shelby smiled briefly at the stranger before meeting Earl's eyes. "Kris?"
"She's on her way to Langley..."
"Is she okay?"
Earl nodded. "She's fine. I've got to get down there for the debriefing." He nodded dismissively at the two agents that had been assigned to protect Shelby. "I've got a new team outside."
Turning back to Shelby, he said, "You and Masha will be under constant surveillance. He handed her a cell phone. Just press the number one if you need anything at all."
Shelby shook her head, sensing Earl was holding something back. "Wait! What's going to happen now?"
Meeting the analyst's worried eyes, Earl answered honestly, "I don't know." He raised a hand to forestall her when Shelby started to ask another question. "I'm not at liberty to discuss anything further."
Frustrated, Shelby curtailed her questions, understanding Earl's position. At least Kris' request that Masha stay with her had been honored.
"I'll be in touch." Earl stood in the entranceway, hesitated a moment, then met the analyst's gaze. "Your debriefing will be at 10:00 tomorrow morning."
Shelby nodded, locked the door behind Earl, then turned her full attention to Masha noticing how tense and pale her face was. Her heart went out to the older woman, knowing how traumatic all of this had to be to the Russian.
Not sure what her guest could understand, she pointed to herself and said, "I'm Shelby." She then gestured toward the couch. "Let's go sit down."
Once Masha was sitting, Shelby said, "Can I get you something to drink?" She accompanied her words with hand gestures and smiled when Masha nodded.
She returned with a glass of iced tea for each of them and handed one to Kris' mother. "Do you understand any English?"
Masha gazed at the worried, friendly woman speaking to her. "Little." She raised her hand, pantomimed writing, and smiled when Shelby got up and returned a moment later with a tablet and pen.
She began laboriously writing in English, struggling to describe what had happened in the foreign language. Finishing a short time later, she handed the paper to Shelby.
"I was brought from my room to where Natasha was waiting for me. We hugged. My daughter knocked me down. Many guns. Sergei is dead, shot in the head by another Russian who I saw before at the house. Natasha went with the Americans. I was brought here."
Shelby felt her stomach tighten as she read. Her voice sounding hollow, she asked in disbelief, "Sergei is dead?"
Masha nodded, instinctively reaching for the younger woman's hand. In halting English, she said, "Natasha..." breaking off frustrated when she couldn't find the words to assure her companion that her daughter hadn't been hurt.
Understanding what Masha was trying to say, Shelby said, "Natasha is okay." She was devastated at the news of Sergei's death. He had been Kris' ace in the hole and his murder threw her partner's deal into jeopardy. Her fears for the operative escalated rapidly, as did the throbbing in her head at all the unanswered questions.
"Shelby?"
Her name sounding strange with the Russian inflection, Shelby squeezed Masha's hand, determined to be strong for Kris' mother's sake, even as she resolved to insist on some answers the next day.
Knowing there was nothing she could do that night, she gestured for Masha to follow her. She gave her a towel and washcloth and showed her where the bathroom was. Then, she led her to the bedroom and gestured toward the bed.
Masha shook her head. "No." She pointed at Shelby, then at the bed.
Shelby couldn't bear the thought of sleeping in her bed alone and her voice pleasant, but firm, she said, "Masha."
The Russian didn't understand why the American would give up her bed to a stranger, but she understood Shelby's message and nodded. She watched curiously as Shelby walked over and picked up a large unicorn before leaving the room.
Shelby made up the couch and sat down, placing the unicorn on the floor by the couch. She was too worried to fall asleep. When Shelby finally did doze, her rest was fitful; and she found herself pacing the floor long into the night, setting up a pattern that would become repetitious in the nights to follow.