The Defector

happened. Apparently, he lives in fear of Ivan’s wrath. He spends as little time in Russia as possible.”
    Gabriel slipped the letter into his shirt pocket. Surely Carter hadn’t come all the way to Jerusalem to recover a passport and deliver a letter, but he seemed in no hurry to get around to the real reason for his visit. He was now reading his newspaper. He folded it in quarters and handed it across to Gabriel.
    “You see this?” he asked, tapping a headline.
    It was a story about the new memorial at the killing ground in Vladimirskaya Oblast. Though understated and small, it had already attracted tens of thousands of visitors, much to the chagrin of the Kremlin. Many of the visitors were relatives of those killed there, but most were ordinary Russians who came to see something of their dark past. Since the memorial’s opening, Stalin had seen a precipitous slide in his standing. So, too, had the current regime. Indeed, more and more Russians were beginning to voice their discontent. The reporter for the Herald Tribune wondered whether Russians might be so willing to accept an authoritarian future if they spoke more openly about their totalitarian past. Gabriel wasn’t so sure. He remembered something Olga Sukhova had once said while walking through Novodevichy Cemetery. Russians had never known true democracy. And, in all likelihood, they never would.
    “It says here the Russian president still hasn’t paid a visit.”
    “He’s a very busy man,” said Carter.
    “Do you think he’s regretting the decision to make it public?”
    “I’m afraid he had no choice. We agreed to keep everything about the affair quiet and to cover up Grigori’s death with that ridiculous story about suicide. But the graves weren’t part of the deal. In fact, we made it clear to the Kremlin that if they didn’t tell the Russian people the truth, we would do it for them.”
    Gabriel folded the newspaper and tried to return it to Carter.
    “Look at the story below it.”
    The subject was a new round of bloodletting in the Congo that had left more than a hundred thousand people dead. It was accompanied by a photo of a distraught mother holding the body of her dead child.
    “And guess who’s helping to fan the flames?” Carter asked.
    “Ivan?”
    Carter nodded his head. “He put two planeloads of weapons on the ground there last month. Mortars, RPGs, AKs, and several million rounds of ammunition. And what do you think the Russian president said when we asked him to intervene?”
    “Ivan who?”
    “Words to that effect. It’s clear no amount of cajoling or sweet talk is ever going to convince the Kremlin to shut down Ivan’s operation. If we ever want to put him out of business, we’re going to have to do it ourselves.”
    “As long as Ivan is in Russia, he’s untouchable.”
    “That’s true, as long as he stays in Russia. But if he were to leave . . .”
    “He won’t leave, Adrian. Not with an Interpol Red Notice hanging over his head.”
    “One would think. But Ivan can be impulsive.” Carter bunched his hands beneath his chin and gazed at the walls of the Old City. “By our count, you and your team killed eleven Russians in Europe this summer. We were wondering whether you might be interested in going after one more target.”
    Gabriel felt his heart banging against his ribs. His next words were spoken with far more calm than he was feeling.
    “Where’s he going?”
    Carter told him.
    “Isn’t he still under indictment there?”
    “Langley is of the opinion the country in question has no real desire to go after him.”
    “Why not?”
    “Politics, of course. And oil. This country wants to improve its ties with Moscow. It believes that arresting and prosecuting a personal friend of the Russian president would only lead to Kremlin retaliation.”
    “Does the intelligence service of the country in question know Ivan is headed their way?”
    “Given our concerns about their politicians, we’ve chosen not to inform their spies. Also, it will make other options more difficult to execute.”
    “What other options?”
    “It seems to me we have three.”
    “Number one?”
    “Let him enjoy his holiday and forget about it.”
    “Bad idea. Number two?”
    “Arrest him ourselves and bring him to American soil for trial.”
    “Too messy. Besides, it would cause a crisis between the United States and an important European ally.”
    “Our thoughts exactly. In fact, we feel we are precluded from