"It's a set up," Nick said. "They've been sent to start trouble."
The crowd was starting to notice the newcomers. A murmur of anger swept across the square. On stage, the current speaker was shouting something.
"What's he saying?" Nick asked Selena.
"He's calling for calm. He's telling the crowd not to let them provoke trouble. He's saying it's what Mitreski wants."
"I don't think anybody's listening," Ronnie said.
Angry voices called out as the new demonstrators spread out through the crowd, pushing and shoving. Somebody shouted. One of the newcomers hit someone over the head with his sign. Another punched a woman standing nearby. That was all it took. The crowd closed in, fists flying.
A whistle blew on the far side of the square. The riot police advanced in a line behind their shields. People backed up in front of them but there was nowhere to go. The police reached the crowd and began swinging their batons. Selena saw a woman shouting at them. They clubbed her down. Blood streamed from her head. Others began to fall before the onslaught.
Some of the crowd had come ready for trouble. Pieces of pipe and improvised clubs appeared. A surge of shouting demonstrators swept into the police, like a wave crashing on a rocky shore.
"Whoa," Lamont said. "Those people have some balls."
In seconds the scene in the square turned into a full-fledged riot. People were fighting and screaming and trying to get away.
"They're unleashing the Army," Ronnie said.
The soldiers waiting behind the police deployed in skirmish lines. Behind them an officer stood on the hood of an armored carrier with a bullhorn. He began barking something. The harsh words carried across the square.
"What's he saying?" Nick looked at Selena.
"He's telling them to disperse or he will open fire."
"Shit," Lamont said.
"They're not listening," said Ronnie.
"Time to boogie." Nick pointed at the bridge. "Let's get back across the river."
By now they weren't the only ones with the idea of getting to the other side of the river and away from the square. The bridge filled with a stampeding current of people pushing and shoving. Nick got separated from the others. Selena was somewhere in back of him. Ronnie and Lamont were lost in the crowd. He struggled against the press.
The first shots sounded from the square. A low moan rippled through the mass of people. The pressure of the crowd increased. There were more shots. Someone fell nearby, blood streaming from his wounds. The panicked mass trampled over him.
Nick looked around, trying to find Selena. He thought he saw her for a moment before she disappeared back into the crowd.
A man stood immovable in the middle of the bridge. He was broad, with a beetle brow, a chest like a gorilla and arms to match, one of the men Nick had seen casing the square of the day before. As people came close he pushed them aside or knocked them down. He grinned and lashed out at anyone who came near, creating a small circle within the stream of people.
The giant saw Nick coming, zeroed in on the press badge and grinned even wider. There was no way for Nick to get around him.
I need this like a hole in the head, Nick thought. To hell with this.
When he was close enough Nick launched a kick to the groin that would've felled an elephant. Gorilla man gasped and doubled over, his mouth open in pain and surprise. Nick moved to step around him.
That was when the bomb went off.
From the corner of his eye Nick sensed something coming at him. There was a brilliant flash of light and then everything went black.
CHAPTER 9
Valentina was on the far side of the river near the bridge, waiting for her target to appear. She only needed to get close enough to brush against him. In her pocket was a device that contained a powerful, silent electric charge. It propelled a tiny poisoned dart that could penetrate a thick outer jacket and underlying layers of clothing. An unnoticed touch against the target's back or side and he'd be dead within minutes. It was not an easy way to die. That was of little concern to Valentina. Her concern was the successful completion of her mission.
She watched what was happening in the square with growing unease. It wasn't because the demonstration was getting violent that she felt uneasy. It was that Todorovski wasn't going to show up if the demonstration disintegrated into a riot.
Her thoughts calmed when she saw Todorovski coming along the river walkway, surrounded by a cluster of people. In a minute he would be close enough for her to mingle with the crowd and kill him. No one would know what had happened.
The first shots sounded on the other side of the river. She swiveled toward the sound. People were panicking, struggling to get away, to cross the bridge, to run from the soldiers.
The leader of the 11 October movement stopped and began talking to one of the men with him, gesturing at the square. She couldn't hear what he was saying but it looked like he was being urged to turn back. Another man joined in. Then Todorovski shrugged and turned away. His face was angry. He began walking back the way he had come.
Now I have to think of something different.
There was a sudden disturbance in the middle of the bridge. A large man began knocking people down as they fled the square.
A provocateur, she thought. One of Mitreski's men.
Another man wearing a dark blue jacket walked straight up to the thug and kicked him between the legs before he could react, bringing him down.
I wonder who he is? Not many men would attack first like that.
She was about to follow after Todorovski when the stage disintegrated in an explosion that rocked the square. Pieces of debris fountained into the air and scythed through the crowd. A dirty cloud of gray-black smoke rose into the wintry sky. Echoes rolled back from the mountains that formed the valley where the city lay.
Then the screaming began.
Der'mo, she thought. Shit.
The cloud of smoke drifted over dozens of dead and wounded. The blast had taken down police, soldiers and protesters together with indifference.
Valentina turned her back on the scene and began walking after Todorovski, her mind working on what had just happened.
Who's behind it? Mitreski? But some of his troops were killed.
It occurred to her that the Kremlin could be responsible but Orlov gained nothing by the violence. She was sure he'd given the order to send her here; it made sense. The West saw Todorovski as a potential ally, someone who would fall in with their plans to contain a resurgent Russia. Someone who would be open to placing missiles on Macedonian territory. At that level of politics, the order to terminate had to have come from the Kremlin. Orlov had no need for a bomb with her assigned to handle the problem.
The bomb had probably been on a timer. Todorovski's appearance had been delayed past the scheduled time. If it had been controlled by a remote detonator, the assassin would have waited until Todorovski mounted the stage. The explosives had been placed under the speaker's platform and if things had gone as planned, the leader of the 11 October movement would now be scattered in a thousand bloody pieces over Skopje.
The first ambulance screamed by.
CHAPTER 10
"Come on, Nick. Wake up, buddy."
Someone patted him on the cheek.
"Nick. Open your eyes."
He recognized Selena's voice. Somewhere a woman sobbed, a deep, wailing sound. He opened his eyes. Selena and Ronnie were bending over him. Ronnie's look of relief was almost comical.