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no foibles. He was a quiet man.”
    “Wife, kids?”
    “None.”
    Will frowned. “Lovers?”
    Suzy smiled. “I wondered how long it would take you to ask. Yes, one woman. A Belarusian, based in her home country.”
    “Poor?”
    “Yes.”
    “A looker?”
    “Well above average.”
    “Entrapment?”
    “Unlikely. Belarusians really don’t do that, plus Yevtushenko wouldn’t have been worth the risk.”
    “Did he give her cash?”
    Suzy shrugged. “We don’t know.”
    “Loved her?”
    “Don’t know.”
    “Did she carry his child?”
    Suzy rubbed her stomach. “I don’t know.”
    “What’s your source?”
    “The Agency looked at Yevtushenko a couple of years ago. He was a potential target but was soon dropped because he was deemed as too low level. We have a file on him, but it’s as slim as the data you now have.”
    “Do you have his lover’s name, address?”
    “Of course.”
    Will nodded. “Russian movement in Europe in the last three days?”
    Suzy held Will’s gaze. “Take your pick. A First Secretary Political who’s been shunted in at short notice to France after the last incumbent was in danger of enjoying Parisian life too much; a Russian front consultancy company opening up in Belgrade; a defense attaché who’s moved to Berne to hill-walk in the Alps with his counterpart in the Iranian embassy. All of them SVR.”
    Will shook his head. “None of them are right. What else have you got?”
    The CIA analyst frowned. “That’s all I have on SVR movement.”
    “Forget information we have on known SVR personnel. Think Russian military or police, past or present, business covers that would match a paramilitary IO.”
    “We’ve had nearly a hundred standard Russia-related trace requests from foreign security services over the last seventy-two hours.”
    “Have you seen them all?”
    “I’ve made it my business to do so.”
    “One of them could be our Russian team.”
    Suzy was still, though her eyes were darting left and right, her mind racing.
    The room was silent for ten minutes.
    Then Suzy nodded. “Yesterday the BfV requested a trace on four Russian males who’d entered Frankfurt. They work for a company called Vitus.”
    “Is the company legitimate?”
    “Yes, it specializes in close protection and antikidnapping training programs for corporations and the media.”
    “Employees listed on the website?”
    “No.”
    “That would be normal for this kind of firm. Why are they in Germany?”
    “They’re attending a conference in Munich. A two-day event focusing on corporate risk within emerging markets.”
    “Why did the German security service request the trace on them?”
    “Because they bought tickets for the event two days ago.”
    “That’s all?”
    Suzy shook her head. “They’ve checked into the Grand Hyatt in Berlin. Seems they’ve no desire to head south.”
    “Odd, but not necessarily suspicious. They might have used the conference as a pretext to enter Germany but are instead having a meeting with a client whose details they’d rather not share with the border police. Ages?”
    “All in their thirties.”
    “Have the traces been done?”
    “Yes. We can’t find anything on them.”
    “Nothing?”
    Suzy shook her head. “We could put their names out to some of our Russian sources, see what they say.”
    “No. We don’t have the time to do that—plus, if they’re the team, we’ve got to say nothing to anyone about them. Anything else in the German report?”
    Suzy rubbed her temples, clearly trying to mentally wade through the vast amount of data she’d read yesterday. “Something that stood out . . . but not anything that would prick up our ears . . .” She paused. “Yes, one of the men went through customs with goods to declare. He’s epileptic and has a license to carry Clonazepam.”
    “Epileptic?”
    “The paperwork all checked out and the dosage he was carrying was correct for the duration of his stay in Germany. There was nothing