“Please don’t worry about me. I’m well provided for. I have assets in places you couldn’t even imagine.”
“I don’t know, my imagination is pretty good. And if you’re thinking about Peter Childress, you better have other assets.”
“This does not concern me in the least.”
“Why’s that?”
“For the same reasons that the DeAngelos do not concern me.”
Jamison blurted out, “You had Childress killed?”
Egorshin looked at his watch. “With confirmation twenty minutes ago. No, the assets of which I speak go far higher than a police superintendent in a nothing place like this.”
“What do you want with us?”
“After every intelligence operation there must be a debriefing.” Egorshin spread his hands wide. “So this, this is my debriefing.”
“We’re not going to tell you anything,” barked Jamison.
“I cannot tell you how many times I have heard that over the course of my career.” He held out a hand. One of his men pulled something from his jacket and handed it to Egorshin. It looked like a metal billy club.
Egorshin slid a lever on the side of the club, leaned over, and tapped Mars with the end of it. Mars instantly cried out as volts of electricity shot through him. He slumped over to the side, his breathing ragged.
“Melvin!” screamed Jamison. She tried to reach out to him, but merely fell onto her side. With a nod from Egorshin, she was pulled up and slammed back against the wall.
Decker had never once taken his gaze off the Russian. “What sort of information?”
“How much you know. Your forward-looking plans. Anything at all that would be helpful to me.”
“And then you’ll what, just let us go?”
“No. I will not lie to you about that, because I would not want someone to make false promises to me in such a situation. What I offer you, in exchange for your information, is this.” He slipped a pistol from his jacket pocket and tapped the muzzle. “One bullet to each of your brains. You will feel nothing, I promise.”
“Yeah, painless, instant death. I’ve heard that before. It still doesn’t appeal to me.”
“The information?” said Egorshin. “Or shall I give your friend another zap?” He held out the electric prod.
Decker said, “We now know pretty much everything. Rachel Katz has given her statement implicating you. We have all the information from the underground room. We’ve raided Brad Gardiner’s office.”
“And found nothing since there is nothing there.”
“Well, there are other avenues of pursuit. We know you’ve planted spies all around the country.”
Egorshin ominously took out a muzzle suppressor and spun it onto the barrel of his pistol. “What else?”
“Mitzi Gardiner will fill in the rest.”
“Doubtful. Where is she?”
“Still at the hospital, under heavy guard.”
“You miss my point.”
Decker looked at him thoughtfully. “You didn’t try to kill her at the hospital. And I wonder why you even kept her alive all these years.”
Egorshin looked at one of his men and pointed to the doorway leading into the kitchen. The man left and came back a few moments later with Brad Gardiner. His hands were bound behind him and he looked disheveled and exhausted.
Decker glanced up at him. “You hung around too. Pretty stupid.”
“Well, it wasn’t his choice,” said Egorshin. “It was mine.”
“Is his name even Brad Gardiner?” said Jamison. “Or is he Russian, like you?”
Egorshin rose. “No, he’s American. Like David Katz. They were in it just for the money. A lot of money. Americans love their money.”
Jamison said, “Katz didn’t make much money before being killed. He just owned the American Grill. Hardly an empire.”
Egorshin shook his head wearily. “Where do you think he got the money to start his career? This was before he even moved here. His Mercedes and his expensive clothes and his investment portfolio worth millions and the down payment for the Grill and the various lines of credit? And how they were paid off so quickly? Katz was a marginal talent who didn’t want to work too hard for his fortune.”
“How did you two meet up?” asked Decker.
“Doesn’t matter. In much the same way I met up with this one,” he said, motioning to Gardiner. “A necessary though distasteful part of my job.”
Gardiner wouldn’t look at any of them. His gaze remained downcast. He was visibly trembling.
Jamison eyed Gardiner. “So you sold out your country for money. That makes you a traitor.”
“And traitors deserve to be executed,” said Egorshin.
Before anyone could react, the Russian placed the pistol against Gardiner’s temple and pulled the trigger.
The bullet blew through the man’s head and the slug plowed into the far wall of the kitchen. Brad Gardiner fell where he had stood a moment before.
Chapter 80
They all stared at the body lying on the floor of the kitchen.
“Damn,” exclaimed Mars, who had recovered from the cattle prod shock and had sat up, his back flat against the wall.
Decker looked up at Egorshin. “Why kill him?”
“It reduces complications for me.”
“Okay. Why a restaurant, of all things?”
“What better way to become ‘Americanized’? Interacting with the customers, you learn everything: slang, dialect, mannerisms, pop culture, sports. Americans love their sports. French fries! Social media etiquette. Simply becoming Americans. Back in Russia, it would have taken us years to accomplish what I was able to have my operatives do in a few months. It was simple, but most brilliant things have an underlying simplicity.”
“And the underground room?”
“Well, we couldn’t exactly do up in the restaurant what was required.”
“We saw the operating room.”
Egorshin waved his hand dismissively. “Some of my superiors still dwelled in the Cold War days. We rarely used it. Instead, we simply recruited from our assets those who already looked westernized.”
“It took us a while to figure out where the entrance was.”
“May I ask how you did so?”
“Space dimensions were off compared to the area outside the kitchen.”
Egorshin wagged his finger at Decker. “One of my men at the restaurant reported that you seemed overly interested in speaking with one of the wait staff. You were clearly a man to watch.”
“And to attempt to kill?” said Decker. “On the way back from Mitzi’s?”
“Forgive me, it is the usual way in which we deal with difficulties.”
“Eric Tyson and Karl Stevens had KI tats on their arms.”
“My father was privileged to work for the KI, and so we had some of our recruits get that tattoo. However, we hid it among many hate groups’ symbols to throw off detection.”
“Recruits?”
Egorshin held up his hand. “That goes beyond what I can say. It is a game, and you do the same to us. But let us never lose sight of the fact that it is a game with very real consequences.” He glanced at Gardiner’s body.
He sat back down and slipped the gun into his waistband.
Decker said, “One thing I don’t get. Mitzi said her husband placed people in high-end jobs, in law, finance, high tech, government.”
“And your point?”
“Even with the new identities and such, it would be difficult for your agents to survive a background check. You can create the right docs and all, paper the schools they went to, but the background check will go to where they attended school and lived, talk to old neighbors, relatives, teachers, coworkers, and all the rest.”