you. A Cold War infidelity, perhaps?â
I donât know how to answer, so I keep silent.
âHave you ever tried real caviar?â he asks.
âIâm not sure, but I do enjoy Greek taramosalata, which isââ
âBah,â he snarls. âPeasant food. That is cod roe, not caviar.â He loads a small cracker with a spoonful of black fish eggs, places it on a china plate and slides it over to me. âPlace the caviar on your tongue and savor it before swallowing.â
I do as he says. The sturgeon roe is light and salty on my tongue, and as it warms within my mouth, each egg pops open like a champagne bubble. The taste is unusual and exquisite and thanks to the expansion of my palate at the hands of Dmitri, delicious. I scoop the remainder off the cracker with my tongue.
âThis is amazing,â I say.
â Pryekrasno ! Iâm pleased.â
We eat and drink a bit more until I feel comfortable enough to say, âI want to ask you some questions about a missing person.â
Lebed dabs his mouth with a cloth napkin and takes another sip of tea.
âA Russian?â he asks.
âNo, but I think he worked for you.â
âI am not missing anyone.â
âThis was twenty years ago.â
âA lifetime.â
âMaybe, but I have a feeling you possess a very good memory.â
âFlattery,â he says. âOnly a woman can wield such a simple tool.â
âI doubt that,â I say with a smile, struggling to make it appear genuine. âIâm sure you charm the birds out of the trees.â
âA manâs skill. More complex.â
I feel Iâve wandered onto thin ice, but nothing ventured ⦠âHis name is Joseph Brown.â
Lebed glances over his left shoulder at the two redheaded twins, who havenât stopped pointing and clicking on their computers since I entered.
âThat name is not familiar to me.â
âTwenty years ago, you went to Joe Brownâs apartment in the middle of the night and recruited him for a job. His family hasnât seen him since.â
A shadow crosses Lebedâs face to reveal the thug beneath the gentlemanâs veneer. âHow do you come upon this information?â
âDoes it matter? Iâm not interested in whatever the job was. I only want to find out what happened to Mr. Brown.â
âWhy do you care?â
âSo you do remember him?â
âNo.â
âThen why do you care why I care?â
Lebed flashes his teeth, but heâs not smiling. âBecause you are in my restaurant and I asked you a direct question.â
âHis family wants answers,â I say. âSo do I.â
âThe wife is dead and the daughter is a whore,â he snaps angrily. âThe past is the past.â
I shudder and feel my own anger rise. âIâll take that as an admission then. So what happened to Joe?â
Lebed pushes away from the table and stands up. I notice his hands are clenching into fists and releasing, clenching and releasing. Iâm suddenly, frighteningly aware that the only person who knows where I am at this moment is a small-time bookie with no reason to care what happens to me.
Lebedâs voice becomes a hiss. âDo you know why Russian women get so fat?â Before I can answer, he continues. âBecause they need to be able to absorb the blows of their husbandsâ fists. My mother was very fat, but my wife is fatter still. You are skinny; you would not survive.â
I take this as my cue to stand up, too, and control the quiver in my voice. âI might surprise you.â
âYou would not.â
âSo I take it youâre not going to help me find Joe Brown?â
âI told you before, I do not know who that is.â
I swallow and look around the room. Neither of the guards has moved.
âThanks for the caviar,â I say.
Nobody attempts to stop me as I push through the door to the
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