People like Basayev shouldnt be allowed in our country just because theyve got a few hundred million or a billion or so and it suits the City of London and the Treasury.
Thats as may be, but it doesnt look good in the papers.
Oh, dear, Im heartbroken, I really am.
So whos responsible? Have you spoken to Lord Arthur Tilsey?
As a matter of fact, I have, and the Security Services are just as mystified as the rest of us.
Its the Russians. Its got to be. They tried to collar Basayev in Moscow. Thats why he fled here in the first place. Have you had words with Special Branch at Scotland Yard?
Yes, and the word under the counter is the killings are definitely the work of a professional hit man who knew what he was doing. Basayev really asked for it, advertising to the world that he liked to visit his wifes memorial at that church every morning.
Its got to be the Russians. Putin will be over the moon.
Thats what Kurbsky said.
Whats he got to do with it?
We watched Basayev in that television appearance last night. After all, Kurbsky was the other side in Chechnya. When I spoke to him today at Belsize, he suggested the SVR as a possibility.
Do you think that? Ferguson asked.
Too direct. As we know better than anyone, they used to give their dirty work on contract to the IRA, or some Muslim faction or other like Al Qaeda. They like to be able to blame someone else.
True enough. And due to Britains kindness in operating an open-door policy these days, there are an awful lot of real asylum-seekers here, real victims, any one of whom might have relished the thought of shooting that animal.
And perhaps did, Roper said.
Well, to other matters. It wont have escaped your attention that the American Vice President, Grant Hardy, is in Paris at the NATO meeting.
Yes, Ive seen it on the news, and seen Blake Johnson with him. He said in an interview that Blake would be coming to London to discuss NATO matters with the Ministry of Defence. Does that involve you, Charles?
Amongst others. But it raises the question again of when we can tell Blake and President Cazalet about Kurbsky.
You gave your word, Charles, to preserve his anonymity. Therefore, the choice is his, not yours.
Is he coming in?
I wouldnt be surprised.
Do me a favor and raise the matter with him, thats all I ask.
Consider it done.
Wheres Dillon?
Hes gone to stay with Monica for a few days in Cambridge.
How the mighty are fallen.
Roper poured a scotch and tapped into the news of the Basayev investigation. The fact that he and his chauffeur had both been armed had leaked and was being made much of. The Russian ambassador had denied any involvement in the matter, and so had Moscow.
So, with no more story, television had to fall back on fill-in stuff, clips from the war coverage in Chechnya, Basayev in the thick of it, dirty and unkempt and thoroughly ruthless. What was bad wasnt just the carnage of war, but the bodies tumbling into open graves, filmed for real as machine guns did their deadly work, actual footage of Basayev standing there gloating like some Nazi. It was to be expected that he was a hate figure to the Russian Army. And yet Kurbsky had seemed curiously indifferent.
On impulse, Roper tapped into Kurbskys details again, particularly his war record with the Black Tigers. There were his decorations, and God knows, there were enough of them. Six in all, and a short citation with each one.
On the 5th of February, 1995, this officer, with no previous parachute training, jumped with his men over the Kuba Plateau in an attempt to apprehend General Shadid Basayev. The mission failed, but Lieutenant Kurbsky and Sergeant Yuri Bounine succeeded in rejoining the army, the only survivors of the unit.
Roper sat there looking at it, and Sergeant Doyle came in with a mug of tea and a bacon sandwich. There you go, sir.
Tony, what if I told you I had a man who dropped into action by parachute without any parachute training? What kind of man would do that?
A bleeding loony, sir, or a bloody hero. I remember one example I read about: the biggest paratroop drop in history, Arnhem in 1944. One of the outfits lost their doctor with a broken ankle just before boarding, and another young doctor who had no training took his place. They strapped on his chute in the plane and he did the business. He paused at the door. Some people will do anything for a laugh.
He went out and Roper sat there, then tapped in Sergeant Yuri Bounine. Decorated twice, once for the same operation as Kurbsky. Transferred to GRU. Present rank Major. Commercial attaché at the Dublin Embassy.
He phoned Kurbsky. Where are you?
Sorting a few things out in my new quarters over the garage. I spoke to that guy at the local shop up the road. Hes Indian-Hitesh Patel. An interesting guy, actually-a fourth-year medical student minding the store while his parents are in Bombay.
What are you up to this evening?
I thought I might come and see you. Is that okay?
Im certainly not planning on going anywhere else. The televisions been full of the Basayev shooting. Some of the old footage from the Chechen war shows him in a less-than-flattering light. Was that your opinion, too?
Roper knew something, it was obvious from his tone. The finest way of handling that was to tell the truth. Kurbsky said, He was a vile, sadistic monster, evil in every way. Even the Devil would reject him from Hell. And am I happy that somebody shot the bastard? I couldnt be more delighted.
Well, thats plain enough.
By the way, Katyas given me a Ford van of the kind gardeners use, to help with my cover. Its green, and Ill give you the number.
Roper took it. Ill see you later, then.
They rang off. Kurbsky sat there, then called Bounine and found him in his quarters. Its Alex, Yuri. How did Luzhkov take it?
He was terribly put out at first, but phoned Putin on his special number. The Prime Minister was delighted and apparently approves of you making fools of Fergusons people. Luzhkov says hes going to leave contact with you to me, because Im the only person you trust.
Thats good, but I have Roper to contend with-a difficult man to fool. Tell me, Yuri, if you bring up your career details on computer does it show the London posting?
No, thats classified information because of the peculiarities of the job. Its word of mouth only. As far as my records are concerned, Im still commercial attaché at Dublin.
Excellent. Ill speak to you whenever.
Just a minute. Somethings come up and it affects someone whos a friend of Ferguson and his people.
Go on.
His name is Blake Johnson, and hes head of personal security for President Cazalet, so hes big stuff and, according to Luzhkov, very close to Fergusons group. When he was in London the other year, Luzhkov hired somebody to assassinate him, but it was foiled by this man Dillon and somebody else. Luzhkovs still got a bee in his bonnet about him, dont know why. Anyway, Johnson is apparently coming to London tomorrow on NATO business-and Luzhkovs thinking of kidnapping him.
Are you sure about this?
Im not involved, but I sat in. Hes using Petrovich and Oleg to do it-you remember them from the safe house outside Moscow?
I do indeed. Theyd shoot a dog, those two. But anything that touches on Ferguson and his friends touches me, too, so Im concerned about this. This seems like madness, Yuri!
I agree, but Luzhkovs intent on it. You should have seen his face. Must be some old bad blood.
Well, keep me informed. Dont let Luzhkov know I know. Keep this to yourself.
Of course, Alex, you come first.
HE WENT THROUGH the garden to the house and entered the conservatory, where Svetlana sat playing Patience with a background of Rachmaninovs Fourth Piano Concerto. Katya stood at her easel, doing a pastel drawing of Monica.
Thats excellent, he said.
Not at all. Ive got the face, but wheres the soul?
Ive no answer to that. Im going out for a while down to Holland Park. I was going to drive, but Ive been drinking, so Ill find a cab.
Are you sure?
No problem. He gave Svetlana a kiss on the forehead and smiled at Katya. Dont wait up for me.
Ive no intention. She went to the sideboard, opened a drawer, and returned with a control device for the gate. Now you can go and come as you please.
What a woman. He kissed her lightly on the mouth and went out.
IT WAS PLEASANT walking down through Belsize along Abbey Road, which made him think of the Beatles, and then he came to Swiss Cottage, where there were dozens of cabs swirling by. He hailed one and sat in the back, thinking about what Bounine had just said. It was Luzhkov feeling the sap rising because Putin had approved of what Kurbsky had done. So Luzhkov had failed in some previous attempt to deal with Johnson and now the idea of kidnapping him had appealed to him, which seemed utterly ludicrous to Kurbsky. If Luzhkov succeeded, what on earth was he going to do with Johnson? He shook his head.
He told the driver to stop at the end of the street, paid him, and walked to the entrance of the safe house. He announced his arrival, the Judas gate opened, he stepped through, and it closed behind him.
11
Doyle nodded to him at the door as he went through to the computer room, where he found Roper watching the news from Moscow.
He turned and smiled. There you are, old stick. I must say that cream shes used under your eyes is really doing the trick. Youre beginning to look like someone out of an old Hammer horror movie. You didnt drive down, then?
Svetlana got the champagne out. A kind of celebration that Im back in the house.
It must be strange for you after all these years.
And amazing to be with her again. So much of that time has already returned to me with extraordinary clarity. London when I was a teenager, sharp and fresh and full of zip.
The age when anythings possible.
Or you believe it is. Kurbsky nodded to the news program from Moscow showing old war footage of Basayev. See, theyve even got him for home consumption, black and white and grainy, just like the bastard was in real life.
The Kremlin is rejecting the scurrilous charges that they have had anything to do with it-while making it clear that the large numbers of people who suffered at the hands of this brutal war criminal, as they describe him, no doubt feel that they have finally seen justice done.