Authors: Nelson Demille
Tags: #Fiction, #General, #Suspense, #Espionage, #Mystery fiction, #Fiction:Suspense, #Detective and mystery stories, #Soviet Union - Fiction, #Soviet Union
The Charm School (33 page)
“Your
age
.”
“Oh . . .” She laughed in embarrassment, then kicked off her shoes and unbuttoned her blouse. “Stay the night. I want to wake up beside you. Like in Yablonya.”
“That would be nice.”
* * *
The alarm rang, and Hollis reached for it, but it wasn’t there.
Lisa turned it off on her side of the bed. “You
do
have a side.”
“Where am I?”
“Paris. My name is Colette.”
“Pleased to meet you.” The blinds were shut and the heavy drapes pulled tight as was the rule. Hollis turned on the lamp.
Lisa said, “I used to enjoy the sun coming in the window in the morning.”
“Me too,” he said, “but there’s no sun anyway, only microwaves from across the street.”
She cuddled close to him and ran her hand over his groin as she kissed his cheek.
“You’re very affectionate,” he said.
“You’re not,” she replied.
“Give me time.”
“I understand.” She got out of bed and went into the bathroom.
Hollis heard the faucet running. The telephone on the nightstand rang. He let it ring. It kept ringing. Against his better judgment, he picked it up. “Hello.”
Seth Alevy said, “Good morning.”
“Morning.”
“I wanted to speak to you.”
“Then call me in my apartment.”
“You’re not there.”
Hollis swung his legs out of bed. “Try again.”
Alevy sounded annoyed. “I’d like a meeting with you for eleven
A
.
M
.”
“I have a meeting with two Red Air Force colonels at ten-thirty.”
“That’s been canceled.”
“By
whom
?”
“Also ask Lisa to be there. Her calendar has been cleared. I’ll see you in the intelligence officer’s safe room.” Alevy hung up.
Lisa called out from the bathroom, “Where are you?”
“I’m on
my
side now.” Hollis got out of bed.
Bastard.
He thought that Alevy could well have waited to talk to him when he got to his office. He thought about life inside the red brick walls. Here you could bowl, swim in the indoor pool, play squash, or see the weekly movie in the theater. If none of that appealed to you, you could go crazy, as his wife claimed she had done, or you could indulge yourself in one sort of marginally acceptable behavior or another; extramarital sex, alcohol, and social withdrawal were the most common. More acceptable pursuits included reading long Russian novels, working sixteen-hour days, or trying to learn more about the land and the people, as Lisa had done. This latter hobby, however, often met with disappointments and frustrations, as this host country, in contrast to most, wasn’t flattered and didn’t want you to learn anything. Even a fluency in the language marked you as a potential spy. Xenophobia was as Russian as borscht, Hollis thought.
And if things inside the walls weren’t enough to get you down, outside the walls were the men and women of the KGB’s Seventh Directorate, the “Embassy Watchers,” who had the premises and each individual in it under constant surveillance. Hollis parted the drapes a few inches and looked out into the new morning.
The new embassy had to be built on the only site offered by the Soviet government, and in addition to the unhealthy river vapors, the low ground made it possible for the KGB to bombard the whole compound with listening-device microwaves whose long-range physical effects were unknown, though leukemia was one suspected by-product.
Even intracompound telephone calls such as Alevy’s to Lisa’s apartment were monitored, and the windows were watched, which was why room blinds were almost permanently shut.
Lisa walked out of the bathroom, wearing only a towel around her neck. “Who was that?”
Hollis regarded her in the dim light. In clothes she looked lithe, almost slight. But naked, she was full-busted, and her hips were well-rounded. Her pubic hair had a nice reddish tint.
“My face is up here.”
“Oh . . .” Hollis said, “That was Seth.”
“Oh . . .”
“He wants to see both of us at eleven
A
.
M
. Your calendar has been cleared.”
“What do you suppose they want now?”
“Who knows?”
She asked, “Are we in trouble because of . . . this?”
He replied, “Me, maybe. I’m married. You single people get away with everything.”
She thought a moment, then offered, “This wasn’t a good idea. I was being selfish. You have more to lose than I do.”
“Mandatory postcoital speech noted.”
They stood a few feet from each other, both naked. Lisa looked him up and down. “That’s some throttle you’ve got there, fly boy.”
Hollis smiled despite his annoyance at the phone call.
She said, “Let’s impress the KGB listener with our sexual appetites.” She took his hand and led him into the bathroom. They made love in the shower, and over his objection, she shaved him with her pink plastic razor. She gave him a toothbrush, then went downstairs to the kitchen to make coffee.
As Hollis dried himself, he surveyed the array of feminine products on the countertop. He supposed that Katherine had the same sort of things, but he’d never noticed them. This all seemed very new to him. Unconsciously he picked up a jar of cleansing cream and smelled it.
19
It was the intelligence officer’s safe room this time, Hollis noted, because the ambassador was using his own safe room, meeting with four people from Washington who had just flown in. Clearly, things were coming to a boil. The people in the embassy, even the nondiplomatic and nonintelligence staff, knew something was up because of all the activity: Brennan being flown to London in bandages; Volgas, Fords, and Chaikas tearing off in the night.
After leaving Lisa, Hollis had gone into the snack bar as usual and discovered he had six breakfast companions at a table for four. They had tried out several rumors on him, and Hollis found himself saying things such as, “I’m just an Air Force guy. I don’t know any more than you do.”
Charles Banks cleared his throat, made eye contact with Hollis, then with Lisa, and began. “Colonel Hollis, Ms. Rhodes, it is my unpleasant duty to inform you that the Soviet government has filed a formal complaint against both of you. The details are unimportant. You have each been declared persona non grata.” He looked at Hollis, then at Lisa. “You have five days in which to get your affairs in order and leave the country. You will depart Monday
A
.
M
.”
Lisa glanced at Alevy, then at Hollis. No one spoke, then Lisa said with emotion in her voice, “That’s not fair. Not fair, Charles.”
Banks ignored this and added, “As you may know, since you both work here, Soviet-American relations are on the mend. Sino-American relations are deteriorating as a result. The Chinese are now making overtures toward the Soviets. There is a new world alignment in the wind, and our government is anxious not to be left standing alone.”
Lisa remarked sarcastically, “I didn’t mean to upset the world balance of power. And I don’t think Sam did either. Did you, Sam?”
Hollis pretended he didn’t hear. Alevy stifled a smile. Banks cleared his throat and leaned forward in his chair. “The balance of world power, Ms. Rhodes, is not a joking matter.”
Lisa retorted sharply, “I’m not a bubble brain, Charles. Neither do I intend to alter my reality or compromise my principles to suit my government’s momentary needs. Murder is murder. And there is an American POW who is in trouble out there. If I can’t do anything about it, and you won’t, then I will have to offer my resignation and go public with this.”
Charles Banks replied frostily, “Thank you for your thoughts, Ms. Rhodes. Please understand that State isn’t kicking you out. The Soviet Foreign Ministry is. We don’t require your cooperation or resignation or
anything
from you. We only require that you pack and leave as requested. And you will
not
go public.”
Lisa turned away and seemed disinterested in Banks.
Charles Banks said to Hollis, “There will be nothing derogatory in your file or that of Ms. Rhodes. We will issue a
bene decessit
—a statement that your leaving was not due to misconduct as we define it. Is that satisfactory, Colonel?”
“General.”
“Excuse me?”
“That’s what I want, Mr. Banks.”
“Oh . . . I see. Yes, I’ll take that up with . . . the appropriate people. If you have time in service, time in grade, and other—”
“I don’t, but you’ll tell the commander in chief to waive that.”
Banks eyed Hollis a moment, then continued, “You will both be given thirty days’ home leave. You will also be given new assignments that will be beneficial to your respective careers.”
Lisa said, “We want to be reassigned together.”
Banks glanced at Alevy, then back to Lisa. “That’s not possible.”
“Why not?”
“For security reasons.”
“What does that mean?”
Banks looked pointedly at his watch. “I must go upstairs. Mr. Alevy will give you your departure briefing at this time.” Banks added in a softer tone, “Personally, I’m sorry to see you both go. Everyone here considers you very valuable assets to our mission. Your fluency in Russian is unexcelled. Sam, Lisa, good luck to you.” Banks left.
Alevy went to the sideboard and poured a vodka and chilled orange juice. There were trays of pastry as well. “Help yourselves. Charles laid on some nice things to make you feel better.”
Lisa stood and drew hot water for tea from a silver urn. She said to Hollis, “Sam, can I get you something?”
“Coffee, please.”
She brought him his coffee and sat in the chair beside him. Alevy placed a tray on the table, heaped with red and black caviar, sour cream, toast, and butter. Lisa commented, “When they give you the shaft here, they at least smear it with
maslo
.”
Alevy chewed on a pastry. “That’s crude, Lisa.” Alevy wiped his fingers with a linen napkin. “I will now read you certain provisions of the National Security Act and instruct you on your duties and obligations regarding not disclosing
anything
you have seen, heard, or read while posted here.” Alevy proceeded to do so, then asked them to sign standard statements of acknowledgment, which they did.
Alevy sat opposite them and put his drink on the table. He spread sour cream and caviar on a triangle of toast and said to them, “It’s better this way.”
Hollis replied, “I think it’s better with butter.”
Alevy chewed on his toast and regarded Hollis coolly. “I mean it’s better that they’re booting you. If they weren’t booting you, that would mean the KGB has convinced the Politboro to give them another shot at you. Apparently the Politboro, acting as game warden, has told the KGB they had their chance and the season is closed for Lisas and Sams.”
Hollis finished his coffee. “That about it, Seth?”
“No. I’m advising both of you to stay within the embassy grounds for the rest of your days here.”
Lisa said, “I intend to buy some Russian folkcraft before I leave, take some photos, that sort of thing.”
Alevy shrugged. “That’s only sensible advice. What
is
an order is that you are not to go outside the gates alone and never after sundown.”
Hollis observed, “I thought we were off-season.”
Alevy stood and made himself another drink. “Where there are game wardens, there are poachers.” He added, “If it makes you feel any better, our government has booted their air attaché and press officer out of D.C. It’s in tomorrow’s papers.”
Lisa asked, “Am I relieved of my duties?”
“Oh, yes. Both of you. Interdean, the West German movers, will pack you up. You need the time to supervise.”
Hollis asked, “Who’s going to meet Ace on Sunday?”
“You have to do that. Tell him that someone else will be handling him. Work out the details. Don’t lose him.”
“Are we getting him out?”
“If he has what you asked for.”
Lisa asked Alevy, “Why aren’t they booting
you
? You’re the one who pulled a gun on Burov.”
“Well,” Alevy replied, “it’s the KGB who wants me around, on the theory that it’s better to deal with the devil you know. Also if the Soviets booted me, then we’d boot their top
rezident
in Washington as happened in ’86. Then one boot leads to the other. Nobody wants that again. The score is tied, two–two.”
Lisa observed, “Diplomacy has a certain immutable illogic to it that becomes a logic of its own.”
“I’ll get that framed and hung in the ambassador’s safe room.” Alevy smiled at Lisa and looked at her for some time, then asked with a forced lightness in his tone, “So, Lady Lisa, where will you spend your home leave?”
“I don’t know . . . this is unexpected. New York, I guess. . . .”
Alevy looked at Hollis. “You?”
“Not real sure. London, I suppose, to take care of that business. Then maybe Japan to see the old folks practice Zen. Then New York to see my brother who won’t leave his time zone.” He added, “I might pay a condolence visit on the Fishers in New Canaan.”
Lisa nodded. “Me too.”
Alevy said sharply, “Don’t you dare. You two are going to be well taken care of if you cooperate. You can each pick any assignment in the world outside the Curtain. That’s what they’re offering.”
Lisa added, “As long as we’re not together. Is that
your
idea?”
Alevy replied, “I won’t dignify that question with an answer.”
Hollis stood. “Well, I’ll discuss this whole matter with my people.”
“My company has the primary responsibility for handling these matters.”
“Are we finished?”
“No. I would like you to tell me now about your side trip to Borodino.”
“There’s not much to tell,” Hollis replied. “However, I did kill two KGB Border Guards.”
Alevy stood. “Jesus Christ! Are you serious?”
“Unfortunately, yes.”
“My God, that’s got their blood boiling. Why the hell didn’t you tell me that? You’re damned lucky to be alive. Both of you.”
“It was unavoidable.”