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hip.
    “On my way out. They searched me. As if I were a thief.”
    Neither of us knew how to answer that. Agota reached for her purse as she stood. “I’ve gotta go. Train leaves in a half hour.”
    “Wait a minute,” I told her as we started up the stairs. “Let’s call your father—I might drive you halfway. He can take you the rest.”
    Bernard groaned loudly. He and his father-in-law spoke only at family gatherings in the Tisakarad farmhouse. Even then, conversation was strained. He smiled, pressing his nose against Sanja’s. “If you can get him to speak about something other than how much the French love him, you’ll have done a great service to humanity.”
“Bernard,”
warned Agota.
    Back in the office, I closed the door and pulled the blinds shut before dialing. After three rings Magda Kolyeszar picked up. We hadn’t talked in a month, and it surprised me how old she sounded. “Emil, that you?”
    “How’s the easy life, Magda?”
    “Speak for yourself. I’ve been assigned the job of archivist.”
    “Archivist?”
    “For the dissident. It’s amazing how much bad writing you can accumulate over a lifetime.”
    “You should read my case reports.”
    She gave a polite chuckle. “You hear about Agi’s commission? Scares me to death.”
    “She’s here now. Made it out without a scratch. Is the farmer in?”
    “You’re in luck,” she told me. “He’s decided to stay in today. You’ll put Agi on afterward?”
    Sure.
    She called for her husband, and after a moment that deep voice came on the line. “Emil?”
    “Ferenc.” I leaned into the receiver. “How’s the farming?”
    “The land doesn’t like me.”
    “Can we meet today?”
    “Important?”
    “I’ve got a dead Ministry officer, and I’d like to know what all’s possible.”
    “Who?”
    “Yuri Kolev. Lieutenant general. You know him?”
    “I know them all, but…” Ferenc trailed off. “The usual spot? I’ll have to get back for tonight’s rally”
    “Should you say that over the phone?”
    He made a
harruph
noise. “Trust me, Emil. They know already.”
    “What time?” I said, looking up as Agota opened my door and smiled. I waved her in.
    “Say, three o’clock.”
    By the dusty clock on my wall, it was a little after one. “Perfect. Hold on. I’ve got someone who wants to talk to you.”

THREE
     
    •
     
    It was
one by the time Gavra reached the Stop & Drop office. The next flight from Richmond to New York wouldn’t leave until late that night, so in the meantime he could at least catch up on his sleep.
    Yuri Kolev’s death surprised and disturbed him, but it couldn’t be called a shock. Gavra had long heard Ministry rumors about the Lieutenant General’s cocaine addiction, and so a sudden heart attack wasn’t out of the question. He even began to wonder if this whole job had been some drug-fueled fantasy.
    But no. Brano Sev had made such a particular point of trusting the Lieutenant General that Gavra had no choice but to feel the same. That’s how much General Brano Sev’s judgment meant to the younger man, even though he hadn’t spoken to or heard of Brano in the last three years.
    Brano Sev’s postretirement vanishing act had only deepened his near-legendary reputation among Ministry agents, as well as those of us in homicide who had worked with him. He’d fought the Germans in the Patriotic War, tracked down ex-Nazis after it, and had quietly, meticulously, made the country safe for socialism. His name evoked both admiration and fear. For me, though, his name provoked feelings of revulsion.
    But if the now-absent Brano Sev had said that Lieutenant General Yuri Kolev was to be trusted, that was all Gavra needed to know.
    He found Freddy behind the desk, feet propped up, wearing an Orioles cap. Freddy raised the brim with a knuckle. “Well, hey there, Viktor! Decide to take me up on that beer?”
    “I need to pay my bill. I’ll be leaving tonight.”
    “As you like, man. But as for the