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ingratiation.
    "The problem is that I don't believe you. Americans won't take the word of either a criminal like you or an investigator like me. NoviRus has its own security force, including former detectives. Have them investigate. They're already paid."
    "Paid to protect the company," Hoffman said. "Yesterday that meant protecting Pasha, today it's protecting Timofeyev. Anyway, Colonel Ozhogin is in charge, and he hates me."
    "If Ozhogin dislikes you, then I advise you to get on the next plane. I'm sure Russian violence is exaggerated, but it serves no one's purpose for you to be in Moscow." Ozhogins displeasure was a cue for any man to travel to foreign climes, Arkady thought.
    "After you ask some questions. You hounded Pasha and me for months. Now you can hound someone else."
    "It's not that simple, as you say."
    "A few fucking questions is all I'm asking for."
    Arkady gave way to Victor, who opened a ledger from his briefcase and said, "May I call you Bobby?" He rolled the name like hard candy. "Bobby, there would be more than one or two questions. We'd have to talk to everyone who saw Pasha Ivanov last night, his driver and bodyguards, the building staff. Also, we'd have to review the security tapes."
    "Ozhogin won't like that."
    Arkady shrugged. "If Ivanov didn't commit suicide, there was a breach in security."
    Victor said, "To do a complete job, we should also talk to his friends."
    "They weren't here."
    "They knew Ivanov. His friends and the women he was involved with, like the one who was here last night."
    "Rina is a great kid. Very artistic."
    Victor gave Arkady a meaningful glance. The detective had once invented a theory called 'Fuck the Widow', for determining a probable killer on the basis of who lined up first to console a grieving spouse. "Also, enemies."
    "Everyone has enemies. George Washington had enemies."
    "Not as many as Pasha," said Arkady. "There were earlier attempts on Pasha's life. We'd have to check who was involved and where they are. It's not just a matter of one more day and a few more questions."
    Victor dropped a butt in the soda can. "What the investigator wants to know is, if we make progress, are you going to run and leave us with our pants down and the moon out?"
    "If so, the detective recommends you begin running now," Arkady said. "Before we start."
    Bobby hung on to the sofa. "I'm staying right here."
    "If we do start, this is a possible crime scene, and the very first thing is to get you out of here."
    "We have to talk," Victor told Arkady.
    The two men retreated to the white runway of the hall. Victor lit a cigarette and sucked on it like oxygen. "I'm dying. I have heart problems, lung problems, liver problems. The trouble is, I'm dying too slowly. Once my pension meant something. Now I have to work until they push me into the grave. I ran the other day. I thought I heard church bells. It was my chest. They're raising the price of vodka and tobacco. I don't bother eating anymore. Fifteen brands of Italian pasta, but who can afford it? So do I really want to spend my final days playing bodyguard to a dog turd like Bobby Hoffman? Because that's all he wants us for, bodyguards. And he'll disappear, he'll disappear as soon as he shakes more money out of Timofeyev. He'll run when we need him most."
    "He could have run already."
    "He's just driving up the price."
    "You said there are good prints on the glasses. Maybe there are some more."
    "Arkady, these people are different. It's every man for himself. Ivanov is dead? Good riddance."
    "So you don't think it was suicide?" Arkady asked.
    "Who knows? Who cares? Russians used to kill for women or power, real reasons. Now they kill for money."
    "The ruble wasn't really money," Arkady said.
    "But we're leaving, right?"
    Bobby Hoffman sank into the sofa as they returned. He could read the verdict in their eyes. Arkady had intended to deliver the bad news and keep going, but he slowed as bands of sunlight vibrated the length of the room. A