I come back.”
“I’m starving. Let’s see how we’re set for food first.”
As he started for the kitchen, she said, “This time I need to be on the inside of the investigation, Steve.”
“Okay, but just remember it comes with a lot of liability.”
“Have I ever denied you when you wanted to commit a felony?”
“I said you’re in, Deputy Assistant Director Bannon.”
“Then explain your question about the classified documents Calculus gave up. What was that about? And don’t give me that ‘curious’ stuff. I’ve seen that look before.”
“Well, isn’t this getting off to a familiar start?” Vail said, laughing for a moment. “Sometimes in the spy business, your opponents will run a game on you. They’ll salt the mines with borderline information to convince you that they’re on your side. It’s just something to be wary of. And if they’re good, they can wind up getting more information from you than you get from them.”
She stared at him for a few seconds. “That sounds like a reasonable explanation, but it always does—and then suddenly I’m being shot at.”
“There are worse things than being shot at.”
“Like . . . ?”
“Living a life where you’re never shot at.” He went into the kitchen and yelled out to her. “These are spies. They don’t shoot at people. But I’d be careful what I ate.” The refrigerator was stocked with food, including a carton of eggs. He took them out and checked the date. “These eggs are fresh. How about I make some breakfast?”
“I assume that you have no desire to poison me.”
“Sure, we’ll say that.”
“Do you want me to do that?” she asked.
“I’m just going to scramble some eggs. Why don’t you have a look through those files they left us.”
Ten minutes later he walked out with two plates loaded with eggs and toast balanced on top. She looked at the plate he set in front of her. “Make enough?”
“With you I never know when I’m going to get to eat again.” He picked up his fork. “Anything in the files?”
She took a bite of toast and pulled a photograph from the back of the file. “Here’s that shot of Calculus’s message.”
She watched him carefully as he laid it on the table next to his plate and studied it while he continued to eat.
To Moscow unexpectedly. Find CDP now!
Finally she said, “Do you think CDP is our ‘little fish’?”
Vail continued to eat, staring at the message. “It has to be. He uses only three words to notify us of his possible impending death: ‘To Moscow unexpectedly.’ Someone that economical wouldn’t waste the last three words on something meaningless. He used exactly the same number of words to indicate that they’re as important as the first three.”
“Why would he care whether we found the spies if he knew he was going to be taken back there and tortured, and probably worse?”
Again Vail was lost in thought. She took a mouthful of eggs and watched him as he ate absentmindedly. Finally he said, “This is good. Very, very good.”
“The eggs?”
“Your question about him caring. It could be the key to unlocking this. He shouldn’t care. Yet he sent us the first mole’s initials. Why?”
“Maybe he figured since he was being sent back to Moscow, he’d give us the first name hoping we’d send the money to the Chicago bank and it would get to his family or whoever.”
“That’s a possibility. Here’s another one: What if he planned for this contingency? He knew that if the Russians get it out of him about the list and recover what he’s hidden for us, they’ll have all they need to convict him of treason and execute him. But if he can get us to whatever evidence he left for us, before the Russians can recover it, they won’t be able to prove a thing. Maybe he’s in Moscow right now enduring torture to give us whatever head start he can.”
“It’s urgent, I get it. But first we have to find this CPD. How do we do that? Like Kalix said,
“I’m starving. Let’s see how we’re set for food first.”
As he started for the kitchen, she said, “This time I need to be on the inside of the investigation, Steve.”
“Okay, but just remember it comes with a lot of liability.”
“Have I ever denied you when you wanted to commit a felony?”
“I said you’re in, Deputy Assistant Director Bannon.”
“Then explain your question about the classified documents Calculus gave up. What was that about? And don’t give me that ‘curious’ stuff. I’ve seen that look before.”
“Well, isn’t this getting off to a familiar start?” Vail said, laughing for a moment. “Sometimes in the spy business, your opponents will run a game on you. They’ll salt the mines with borderline information to convince you that they’re on your side. It’s just something to be wary of. And if they’re good, they can wind up getting more information from you than you get from them.”
She stared at him for a few seconds. “That sounds like a reasonable explanation, but it always does—and then suddenly I’m being shot at.”
“There are worse things than being shot at.”
“Like . . . ?”
“Living a life where you’re never shot at.” He went into the kitchen and yelled out to her. “These are spies. They don’t shoot at people. But I’d be careful what I ate.” The refrigerator was stocked with food, including a carton of eggs. He took them out and checked the date. “These eggs are fresh. How about I make some breakfast?”
“I assume that you have no desire to poison me.”
“Sure, we’ll say that.”
“Do you want me to do that?” she asked.
“I’m just going to scramble some eggs. Why don’t you have a look through those files they left us.”
Ten minutes later he walked out with two plates loaded with eggs and toast balanced on top. She looked at the plate he set in front of her. “Make enough?”
“With you I never know when I’m going to get to eat again.” He picked up his fork. “Anything in the files?”
She took a bite of toast and pulled a photograph from the back of the file. “Here’s that shot of Calculus’s message.”
She watched him carefully as he laid it on the table next to his plate and studied it while he continued to eat.
To Moscow unexpectedly. Find CDP now!
Finally she said, “Do you think CDP is our ‘little fish’?”
Vail continued to eat, staring at the message. “It has to be. He uses only three words to notify us of his possible impending death: ‘To Moscow unexpectedly.’ Someone that economical wouldn’t waste the last three words on something meaningless. He used exactly the same number of words to indicate that they’re as important as the first three.”
“Why would he care whether we found the spies if he knew he was going to be taken back there and tortured, and probably worse?”
Again Vail was lost in thought. She took a mouthful of eggs and watched him as he ate absentmindedly. Finally he said, “This is good. Very, very good.”
“The eggs?”
“Your question about him caring. It could be the key to unlocking this. He shouldn’t care. Yet he sent us the first mole’s initials. Why?”
“Maybe he figured since he was being sent back to Moscow, he’d give us the first name hoping we’d send the money to the Chicago bank and it would get to his family or whoever.”
“That’s a possibility. Here’s another one: What if he planned for this contingency? He knew that if the Russians get it out of him about the list and recover what he’s hidden for us, they’ll have all they need to convict him of treason and execute him. But if he can get us to whatever evidence he left for us, before the Russians can recover it, they won’t be able to prove a thing. Maybe he’s in Moscow right now enduring torture to give us whatever head start he can.”
“It’s urgent, I get it. But first we have to find this CPD. How do we do that? Like Kalix said,
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