Death Echo
sure to bring that up around bonus time,â Harley said mildly. âDo you want your tie back?â
Steele straightened the collar of his dress shirt. âNo. Just a sweater. Itâs a bit chill tonight.â
Dwayne and Harley exchanged a glance that Steele didnât see. Harley went to the closet, took a soft charcoal pullover from the top shelf, and handed it to Steele.
A few moments later, Steele rolled his chair out to meet Alara.
âIt would be terribly convenient to communicate by phone,â he said by way of greeting.
âAs I told you the first time you brought it up, for some communications I donât trust phones or computers,â Alara said crisply. âTheyâre too easily compromised. My hotel room has been bugged four separate times in the past few days.â
Steele made a sound of disgust, then shifted to ease the legs he wasnât supposed to feel. âIf only our various government agencies would stop fighting one another and concentrate on the designated enemy.â
âThat will happen about the time lions become vegans.â
Steele would have smiled if he wasnât so tired.
âWe agree with the ID of Taras Demidov as a Russian shooter,â Alara continued. âThe woman, Galina Federova, is one of the many abandoned sleepers gone to earth beyond the shores of former empire. She was a minor player. Demidov ran her along with his other numerous agents. The files are so old, they should be classified as historic rather than active.â
âSo should we, but we live on anyway.â
Alaraâs smile was swift and real. âDemidov may or may not know what Temuri is smuggling.â
âI hope you didnât leave your hotel just to tell me what I already know.â
âTemuriâs family is Georgian and Ukrainian, raised in Russia. He works for whichever side pays him best.â
âDid you learn anything new?â Steele asked bluntly.
âAh, old friend, you are in pain.â
âThatâs how I know Iâm alive. Answer my question.â
âThe sum of fifteen thousand dollars has been transferred from an account funded by one of the many arms of Russian intelligence to a St. Kilda Consulting account. Demidov has the connections to move very quickly, as apparently the order came through barely an hour ago.â
Steeleâs black eyebrows rose. âImpressive. Your connections, as well as his.â
âThank you.â
âSo Demidov is indeed working for some aspect of the Russian government.â
âThey are paying him,â Alara said. âIt isnât always the same thing. You will tell me immediately if your agent calls about contact by or from Shurik Temuri.â
Steele waited for several beats, then nodded. âAs we agreed. Speaking of whichâ¦â
Alara waited, poised like a falcon ready to fly.
âSince when are Russia and the United States working the same side of the street?â Steele asked. âDid I miss the memo? Or is it the usual case of politics making ridiculous bedmates?â
âWe have cooperated with Russia in the past, when both parties had the same goal.â
âDo you trust Demidov?â
Alara laughed in genuine amusement. âDo you?â
Steele rubbed the bridge of his nose. âHave Demidov and Temuri ever worked together in the past?â
She looked thoughtful. âPossible, but unlikely. Demidov is of another generation, political not criminal. Temuri came up through the mafiya . His family is rabidly against Russia. Temuri is simply rabid.â
âHe has a lot of competition,â Steele said.
âThat is the nature of life among the ruins. It suits Temuri. The most recent intel we have puts him with Chechen separatists, many of whom draw support from Wahabbi fundamentalists in the Middle East. Money, to be precise. A great deal of petro dollars.â
âIs Temuri selling them nukes?â Steele asked.
âNot the finished product. Not yet. Fissionable materials only. More suited to blackmail than to bombs. He is the middleman for more ordinary weapons, as well. We also believe he is responsible for at least one of the outbreaks of bubonic plague that have occurred on the fringes of former empire. One instance of plague served to keep the Russians out of a strategic area.â
âWhat if we take Temuri alive?â
âThe Russians have offered a million dollars American to anyonewho
Weitere Kostenlose Bücher