with you. Come to think of it, Iâm not exactly delirious about you either. Take your pick. Either you talk to me, or you take a short car ride to the Soviet Embassy, where you get to sit in a dark room and they shine lights in your eyes and smoking isnât allowed. Youâll meet some men whose coats seem just a little too tight and who make loud noises with their fists.â
Kiviranna sat upright now. âI killed the guy on British soil. I know the law, man.â
âYou think you know the law, Jake. But when it comes down to tricky stuff like the death of a Russian, it starts to get pretty complicated. Diplomatic considerations raise their ugly little heads, chum. Her Majestyâs Government might owe the Soviets a favour, letâs say, and that favour might just turn out to be you.â
Kiviranna leaned back against the wall. âI set one foot inside that Embassy and Iâm history. Iâm past tense.â
âRight, Jake. Itâs not a healthy prospect.â
âItâs a fucking political game. And I get shuffled like a pawn.â
âPawns donât get shuffled, Jake. Youâre thinking about cards.â Pagan smiled, and leaned across the table so that his face was a mere six inches away from the other manâs. âLetâs just talk, okay? No more rubbish. Letâs start with motive.â
âMotive?â
âWhy did you kill Romanenko? Money? Political conviction? Or was it something else?â
âHe was a fucking asshole, man.â
Breathtaking . Pagan had expected some high-flown political cant, the kind of platitude assassins and terrorists so enjoy, that overblown rhetoric which was ultimately meaningless. He was a fucking asshole, man wasnât the kind of thing heâd anticipated at all. He stared at Jacob Kiviranna for a while before he said, âIf that was sufficient cause to blow a man away, the streets would be practically empty.â
âOkay. He sold out to the Russians. Is that enough for you?â
âExactly how did he do that?â
âYou name it. He carried out Kremlin policies in Estonia. He kissed all the Russian ass going. Guy was never off his fucking knees. An order came down from Moscow, Romanenko was the first to implement it. Didnât matter what it was. Heâd get the job done. He was the Kremlinâs rubber stamp. It didnât matter he was born in Estonia, he was the Kremlinâs boy through and through. Which made him a goddam traitor.â
Pagan listened to the manâs toneless voice, then picked up the US passport, flipped the pages. âYouâre an American citizen, Jake. How come you give a damn about Romanenko anyway? I donât see how he could have affected your life.â
âI got family left over there,â Kiviranna said. âCousins, a couple of uncles, aunts.â
Revenge, Pagan wondered. Did it come down to a motive as basic as that? âHad Romanenko threatened your family? Had he done something to them?â
Kiviranna didnât say anything for a time. He smoked another cigarette and the small windowless chamber clouded up and the young cop by the door coughed a couple of times. Kiviranna gestured with the cigarette and looked very serious. âHe didnât have to do anything personal to them, man. He was a Communist and a traitor to his own people. Thatâs enough. Weâre talking about evil. I eliminated evil. Thatâs the only thing that matters. You see evil, man, you wipe it out. The more evil you get rid of, the more good there is in the world. Thatâs what itâs all about. Itâs logical.â
Evil â now there was a fine melodramatic word you didnât hear a great deal these days unless you frequented certain extreme religious sects or moved in mad terrorist circles, where it was used to describe anyone who didnât believe in either your choice of a God or your cause. Pagan studied
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