Korolev decided it was best to turn away before he said something unfortunate and, as he did so, he spotted none other than Count Kolya, Chief Authority of the Moscow Thieves, standing on the other side of the small square, looking as if he hadn’t a care in the world.
Korolev couldn’t believe his eyes for a moment-but it was Kolya all right, and the Thief wasn’t only looking right back at him, he was waving him over.
It occurred to Korolev that it would be unusual for Kolya to be out on his own and, sure enough, a quick glance around the environs revealed little Mishka, Kolya’s right-hand man, sitting in companionable silence with an outsized fellow, just past the polar bears. There’d be others nearby as well, he didn’t doubt-Kolya wasn’t a man who liked to take unnecessary risks.
Korolev said nothing to Valentina and the children, who anyway were all still beaming at the damned elephant keeper, and took a stroll over to Kolya, taking his time about it and allowing his gaze to wander over the surroundings-just in case.
The Thief nodded as he approached and Korolev was struck by how much older Kolya looked than when he’d last seen him-but the dark eyes were as intense as ever, and his presence just as menacing. Kolya might pretend gregariousness when it suited him, but he hadn’t become overlord of the criminal clans through charm alone.
“Korolev, it’s nice to see you in the company of friends. I worry about your solitary existence sometimes.”
Kolya spoke quietly, almost as if he were sincere.
“I worry about you too, Kolya. I worry about how you’ll fare in the Zone.”
“In the Zone? I think you know how I’ll fare,” Kolya said, shrugging. “I’ll do just fine-a prison camp is like a holiday for me.”
Korolev took the opportunity to scan the area around them once again-it wouldn’t be healthy for him if he was seen chatting away to a man wanted for any number of criminal acts. It was just the kind of meeting that could be misconstrued these days.
“How did you get in here, anyway?”
“I have acquaintances in strange places, Korolev-and not only you, either. Don’t worry, we were careful. I wanted to talk to you and when it turned out you were coming here, I made my way over. I wasn’t far away.”
Korolev glanced over at Mishka. He hadn’t looked for a tail earlier, but it was doubtful he’d have seen Mishka even if he had.
“Well,” he said, “I’m listening.”
“This investigation of yours-into the Azarov killing. I’ve some things to tell you about it.”
Korolev felt the muscles in his shoulders tense at the mere mention of the Azarov business-he’d almost forgotten about the aborted investigation, not without effort, and yet here it was, rearing its ugly head again already.
“I’m off the case, Kolya-it’s nothing to do with me.”
“Really?” Kolya said. “Is that how it is with you, these days?”
“What do you mean?”
“It’s not the Korolev I know, is all. You’re the Ment who always gets his man, come hell or high water.”
“I’m also the Ment who keeps my nose out of anything to do with State Security.”
That made Kolya smile, understandably-his thick mustache curving upward in what Korolev suspected was something close to mockery. It struck Korolev, not for the first time, how similar Kolya was in appearance to Stalin. It made him wonder, sometimes.
“Really, Korolev? Every time I meet you you’re up to your neck in Chekists.”
“Well, I’ve learned my lesson.”
Kolya came closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. “Listen, Korolev, if you knew what went on at that institute-believe me, it would interest you.”
“You think so, do you?”
“I’m certain of it, or I’ve misjudged you. And I don’t misjudge men often.”
Kolya pulled at his mustache with his tattooed hand. Korolev saw the circled crown of a ranking Thief on one of the fingers and remembered who he was dealing with.
“Kolya, even if I did give a damn about this institute-I’d have to ask myself why you of all people would come and tell me about it. In my experience you’ve never done anything that hasn’t been for your own benefit-in some way or another.”
“You see, I knew you’d be interested. And why shouldn’t I assist the forces of law and order when we both seek the same thing?”
“The forces of law and order are looking into the matter, believe me-I’ve seen them at it.”
“No, they’re not, Korolev. The men who’ve taken over your investigation have no interest in law or order, and certainly not in justice. You, on the other hand? You there’s hope for.”
Korolev shrugged his shoulders.
“There’s nothing I can do, Kolya. Even if I hadn’t been ordered off that investigation, I’d still avoid it. That case is trouble.”
“Oh-it’s trouble all right. I don’t deny that-but a man like you doesn’t mind such things. You’ve a son, Korolev-other men do too. And men’s sons have died there. Don’t you owe something to them? What if your son ended up in such a place?”
“I owe no one anything when it comes to Professor Azarov and his institute, and even if I did I couldn’t do anything about it, Kolya. That’s all there is to it.” Korolev nodded a farewell and turned away. “Put Mishka in with the wolves before you go.”
Kolya said something in response that sounded like it might be a threat, or perhaps a curse. Korolev wasn’t sure which and didn’t much care-it was true what he’d said. There was nothing Korolev could do. Nothing at all.
* * *
“Someone you know?” Valentina looked at him inquiringly as he rejoined the others.
“Unfortunately,” Korolev said, deciding to forget about the conversation, even as another part of his brain couldn’t help but wonder what it might have been that Kolya had gone to such lengths to try to tell him.
“You’re worried about something.” Valentina slipped her hand inside his elbow again, as naturally as if they’d been together for a lifetime. He felt his whole being fizz at her touch and he was sure he was blushing. He must be.
“I was worried the elephant would lose his tusks the way that idiot kept tugging on them,” he said, coming out with the first thing that came to mind.
Valentina’s peal of laughter made everyone turn to look at her.
“Korolev, you make me laugh sometimes.”
“I make myself laugh sometimes as well,” he said, his voice gruff with embarrassment. How was it that here he was, well past forty and a hardened cop of long standing, and this woman could make him feel like a schoolboy once again?
He turned to find his son examining him carefully, and he wasn’t the only one-Natasha wasn’t hiding her interest either. He summoned all his courage and returned their gaze with what he hoped was a calm demeanor.
He had the impression neither of them was fooled.
CHAPTER TEN
Korolev sat in companionable silence with Valentina, a bottle of Georgian wine on the table between them. The good news was it lacked its cork and some of its contents. The bad news was they only had the one bottle-and it had a spicy, pleasing taste to it that made Korolev wish for more than just a couple of glasses.
The last of the sun colored the room orange as it dipped below the house on the other side of the street, and what sounded like a church bell was ringing somewhere close. But that must be his imagination. They’d banned the ringing of church bells years ago. He sighed-thinking another bottle would be a good thing. It had been a long day with the children, but he felt he’d done well-they were both still alive and, when Valentina had left them to go to her workplace, he’d marched them around Moscow for most of the day with no more moaning than was to be expected. In fact, they’d seemed to enjoy themselves. In the morning he’d take Yuri out to Babel’s dacha for a few days and, with luck, the weather would stay as pleasant as it had been today.