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entrance the Kotoku-In temple ballooned out, dominated by the enormous figure of the open-air Buddha, with its curious head-down stare. At least, reflected Fredericks, going into his routine, his parents in Little Rock were due quite a range of holiday pictures. In the tourist shop to the right Jimmy Dale, who hadn’t bothered with a camera of his own, was sifting through the professionally taken selection. Fredericks hoped that Kozlov’s caution wouldn’t prevent his making any sort of meeting at all. The guys were pretty pissed off losing an entire Saturday as it was.
    â€˜Interesting, isn’t it?’
    Fredericks managed – just – to prevent the jump of surprise. He’d been tensed, waiting, and he’d still missed the goddamned man until he was right alongside. The irritation, at the thought of Kozlov’s expertise being better than his own, dampened the satisfaction at the man having kept the meeting. Falling into the role dictated by Kozlov, that of Western tourists getting into casual conversation over a point of interest, Fredericks: ‘Yes. The position seems unusual.’
    This was the testing period, the time when both engaged in seemingly meaningless conversation while each checked that the other had kept to the understanding and come alone. Which was why Fredericks had moved the other guys in overnight, so they could get to the spots early and be in place when he arrived, not obviously follow him in. Although he appeared to be looking at the statue, Kozlov’s attention was upon the narrow entrance. It was the only one there was, and Fredericks realized why Kozlov had chosen this place, in preference to all the others. Clever bastard, he thought, once more.
    Kozlov appeared to consult a reference book and said: ‘It wasn’t originally created like that. There was a tidal wave, about a hundred years ago. It washed away the temple in which the figure was housed and forced its head forward, in that strange position. The people who worship him decided that he didn’t want to live in an enclosed house; that’s why he’s permanently in the open. Why have you asked to meet?’
    The circumstances meant that Kozlov had to be by himself, if the defection request were genuine. Which still had to be proved. Until which time he had to watch his own back. Dale had realized the contact and positioned himself perfectly, a roof support protectively behind him and the open square dominated by the buddha set out in front. Covered then, thought Fredericks; there was a group of obvious Western tourists – fellow Americans, he guessed, from their dress – filing in through the rear door to examine the hollow interior of the statue, but apart from that there were no Caucasians at all in the area. Maybe, decided Fredericks, there were certain advantages after all in being a round-eye in Asia. Kozlov was alone: it was an important point to make, when Washington made yet another of its demands for indicators whether or not Kozlov was for real. He said: ‘That’s a cute story. There’s something important for us to talk through.’
    â€˜I don’t know how they’re going to interpret the next tidal wave or typhoon: this place seems to be right in the path of natural disasters,’ said the Russian. ‘You’ve got all the details of the British involvement?’
    â€˜No,’ said Fredericks, directly. There was no purpose in continuing the avoidance and the split-against-eavesdropping double talk, now that they were both sure. He was conscious of the Russian’s abrupt head turn, towards him.
    â€˜Why no!’ demanded the man. ‘That was all that remained to be fixed, after our meetings. Why I agreed to come today, when I got the signal. Everything else had been discussed.’
    Kozlov’s rising anger was as Fredericks had feared and warned it might be. After Kozlov’s first approach their encounters had always