Hidden Prey

charge?”
    “Accessory to murder,” Lucas said. “I don’t know how long I can make it stick, but I can keep him inside for a couple of days and out of touch. That might stir up whoever else is involved with this thing.”
    “We must have a bad connection,” Harmon said. “I missed most of what you just said. Talk to you later.” And he was gone.
    “What’d he say?” Nadya asked.
    “He said I’m on my own,” Lucas answered.
    “Ah, yes, we have this formula also in Russia,” she said. “If you fail, you are on your own. If you succeed, then you were not on your own, you were helped by the entire secretariat.”
    “Exactly,” Lucas said.
     
    L UCAS CALLED Rose Marie at the Department of Public Safety in St. Paul, and asked her to fix an arrest warrant with a state judge in Virginia, and to arrange to have a sheriff’s car meet them at the bar to transport Spivak after the arrest.
    “I want to take him down to Duluth, so he’ll be away from home and it’ll be harder for his family to see him. I’m trying to isolate him as much as I can . . .”
    When he was done with Rose Marie, he called Andreno and told him to hold off on changing vans. “I’m gonna bust Spivak on accessory to murder. See if anything happens.”
    “What do you want me to do?”
    “Watch the son. He seems to do the talking for the family. Spivak’s old lady is a little too shaky for anything important. I want to know about phone calls. Exact times. The feds can figure out where they’re going.”
    “I’m on it.”
     
    “Y OU ’ RE MAKING something happen?” Nadya asked.
    “I’m desperate,” Lucas said. “I’m jumping off a cliff.”
    They had time to kill, and not much to do. They toured the bus museum, which was more exciting than Lucas expected but, overall, not exciting; they did encounter a tour group that had gathered from around the Midwest to make the trip to Hibbing, and an intense young man in an American-flag T-shirt pointed at an antique blue-and-white bus and whispered to Nadya, “Nineteen thirty-six Super Coach. Perfect condition.”
    She nodded just like she knew what the fuck he was talking about.
    In the parking lot, the chief was sending his patrolmen back to work. “Nothing more,” he told Lucas. “Just the one shell.”
     
    O NE OF THE Duluth FBI agents called and said, “Harmon said we should call you. We’re on the way out of town. The guy has dropped into a routine: he just sits there and shakes his head and doesn’t offer a thing. Hard to move him.”
    “You think he was coached?”
    “I don’t know what to think. He’s pretty effective in resisting. He just doesn’t venture anything. He just sits there and shakes his head and acts confused and mumbles. Doesn’t wise-ass you, doesn’t argue.”
    “He’s at the bar?”
    “He was when we left.”
     
    H IBBING WAS ABOUT twenty-five miles southwest of Virginia, and the trip north took about half an hour. They took two more calls en route. The first came from Harmon, who said the feds had come up dry on the computer. “He might have had some good stuff in there, but it’s encrypted. Plain old over-the-counter encryption, but we’re stuck without the key, and he probably had the key in his head. There were also some travel-related files, some expenses that he didn’t bother to encrypt. Couple other things . . . I can put it on a CD if you want to see it.”
    “Yeah, do that. Drop it at the Radisson.”
     
    A ND N ADYA TOOK a call, listened for a moment, said, “Da,” hung up and turned in her seat to face Lucas.
    “In Washington they tell me to explain one of our problems.”
    “All right.”
    “The SVR is our foreign-intelligence service. This is the successor to the KGB that you know about, where Oleshev once worked. So. Inside the SVR, the rumors say, there is an informal group that goes back to the KGB and which does not share all the goals of the new SVR. This group is called the Circle or the Ring or, sometimes, the Zero, and it is not known if there is a specific leadership and direction, or only sympathies. We think that the Circle illegally shares information with, mmm, nongovernmental organizations, perhaps, or with other sympathizers in the military and the Foreign Ministry and industry. These are not traitors, you understand. They are like, mmm, a Republican administration hires people for your Defense Department or your State Department, and these people bore into the woodwork. Then when a