The Spy Who Came for Christmas (7 page)

^{He reached under his ski jacket and pulled the radio transmitter from his belt. It was black plastic, the size of a deck of cards. He switched the dial to the frequency the team had used earlier and listened for some indication of what Pyotyr might be doing. What he heard was deep, fast, labored breathing, the sound of someone on the move.}

^{Then you're
not
waiting on the other side,
Andrei thought.
You made us suspect a trap--to make us stop while you kept going!}

^{Outraged, he squirmed through the gap.}

^{As Mikhail and Yakov followed and spread out, Andrei examined his surroundings, keeping his gun ready He was in a courtyard, with colorfully lit adobe houses on each side. Bending to examine the footprints, he noted that their stride wasn't as long. A hint of blood trailed next to them.}

^{Pyotyr, we've almost got you.}

^{He spoke into the microphone. "It doesn't need to be like this, my friend. Return the package. We'll forgive you."}

^{Andrei's earbud was silent.}

^{Then Pyotyr surprised him, replying, "Say it again, this time with conviction."}

^{"Ah," Andrei said to the microphone, all the while following the footprints. "So you're not too injured to be able to speak. It's good to hear your voice."}

^{"I bet," Pyotyr said, breathing hard.}

^{"I meant what I told you. Return what you stole. We'll pretend this never happened. We'll even get you medical attention."}

^{"And what about Viktor?" Pyotyr asked. "I killed him. You're willing to forget that?"}

^{"He was new. I hardly spent any time with him."}

^{"Your loyalty's touching." "You have the
jaitsa
to talk to me about loyalty?"}

^{"I made you look bad in front of the Pakhan. I apologize."}

^{"Prove it. Return the package."}

^{Pyotyr didn't answer. All Andrei heard was the sound of his forced breathing.}

^{"You know we'll catch you," Andrei said.}

^{"You can try."}

^{"Listen to reason. You're losing strength. There's only one way this can end. Save yourself more pain. Surrender the child."}

^{'And everything will be like it was before?"}

^{"I'll let you go. You have my word."}

^{"Of course." Pyotyr's labored breathing indicated that he kept walking.}

^{"Damn it, tell me why the child is so important to you?" Andrei demanded. "If you're a spy, why would you blow your cover because of
this?'}

^{"It's Christmas Eve. I guess I got carried away by the holiday spirit."}

^{"Is being sentimental worth your life?"}

^{"Is chasing me worth
yours?"}

^{"I always liked your attitude, but given the way you sound, I doubt this'll be much of a contest."}

^{Abruptly, Andrei came to a spot where the footprints joined a number of others in a lane that went to the right and left.}

^{"Someone's coming," Yakov warned.}

^{On the right, two couples emerged from the snowfall, prompting Andrei and his companions to tuck their weapons into their coats.}

^{"No, you're wrong. Chevy Chase made the funniest Christmas movie," one of the approaching men insisted to his companions.
"NationalLampoon's Christmas Vacation."}

^{"Is that the one where Chevy brings home a Christmas tree with a squirrel in it?"}

^{"Yeah, and his dog drinks the water in the tree's dish. The tree gets so dry it bursts into flames."}

^{"And burns the squirrel?" a woman objected. "You think that's funny?"}

^{"No, it jumps on Chevy's back," the second man replied. "It's really just this cheesy stuffed squirrel that a prop guy sewed to his sweater, but his family screams and runs away when they see it on him. Then
Chevy
screams and runs, not realizing that the squirrel's on his back.
And ..."}

^{Voices dwindling, the couples continued down the lane. Soon, their figures were obscured again by the falling snow.}

^{Andrei and his companions removed their pistols from their coats.}

^{"Pyotyr?" Andrei said into his microphone.}

^{All he heard was forced breathing.}

^{"We can solve this problem," Andrei assured him. "You just need to be reasonable."}

^{Pyotyr refused to answer.}

^{"Very well. I'll see you soon, my friend," Andrei said.}

^{He switched the transmitter back to the frequency the team was now using. Then he put the unit under his ski jacket and rehooked it to his belt.}

^{Mikhail pointed toward the ground.}

^{"We need to hurry. All these tracks will soon be filled with snow."}

^{Andrei glanced to the left, where this new lane led back toward Canyon Road.}

^{"He might have rejoined the crowd," Yakov said.}

^{"Possibly," Andrei agreed. "But he seems to be losing more blood. He might be afraid that someone will notice and cause a commotion that will tell us where he went. Would he risk attracting our attention instead of going to ground somewhere?"}

^{Debating the possibilities, Andrei peered to the right, away from Canyon Road. There were fewer footprints headed in that direction.}

^{"Go left. Check the crowd," he told Mikhail and Yakov. "I'll go
this
way."}

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^{KAGAN STEPPED
through the open gate and studied the area in front of the house. As the snowflakes thickened, he saw the outline of a bench and an evergreen shrub on the right. Two leafless trees stood to his left. Their white trunks were difficult to distinguish in the snowfall. He stared at the main window but still didn't see any movement except for the flicker from logs in the fireplace.}

^{At once, his vision wavered, almost in imitation of the dimly glimpsed flames.}

^{It's just the snow blurring my eyes,
he thought.}

^{His legs felt frozen, as did his chest where the zipper on his parka was halfway down, providing air for the baby.}

^{Hurry,
he thought. He turned to close the gate and secure the metal bolt, ignoring a twinge of pain in his wound. When he redirected his attention toward the house, his vision again wavered.}

^{Under his parka, the baby moved. Aware that he needed to find shelter soon, he took one step, then another. The flakes came faster, renewing the hope that his tracks would soon be filled.}

^{I have a good chance of getting this trick to work,
he thought. Still, he couldn't help imagining the emotions of the man to whom he'd spoken just now, the man he'd fooled into believing they were friends, the man who--even if he failed tonight--would never stop hunting him.}

^{Kagan moved nearer to the house, but something he saw in the snow to the left of the front door made him worry that his vision had definitely been compromised.}

^{He was sure he saw a plant. It had a dense cluster of dark leaves. The contrast against the snow was the reason he noticed it. But it seemed impossible. How could a plant grow in this weather? Moreover, it seemed to have flowers, a half- dozen large ones, the white of which was as difficult to distinguish as the trunks of the aspen trees.}

^{And yet he was sure he saw their blur.}

^{Flowers in winter? I'm hallucinating,
Kagan thought.
Some kind of snow mirage.}

^{Or maybe the blood loss is making me see things.}

^{Unsteady, he followed the half-filled prints toward the side of the house.
Keep going,
he thought.
I'm almost there. If I can get into the shed or the garage, I can rest for a while. Catch my breath. Try to stop the bleeding.}

^{He put one boot in front of the other.}

^{Maybe there'll be a tarpaulin or an old blanket I can crawl under,
he hoped.
Try to get warm.. Try to warm both of us,
he silently promised the baby. He felt more responsible for the child than he'd ever felt for anyone else in the world.
Maybe I could wrap you up and put you someplace safe in a corner. That would give me a chance to try to protect us.}

^{But whatever you do,
he mentally pleaded,
just don't cry. I'm sure you're hungry. I'll try to find you something to eat. I don't know how, but I'll do my best. Please don't cry. You've been good so far. The greatest. There's only one way you can be better For God's sake, please don't cry.}

^{He shivered violently, wiping snow from the top of his head. He reached the side of the house. Away from the Christmas lights that stretched above the front door and the ceiling light that shone from the kitchen, he paused in the shadows, trying to let his untrustworthy eyes adjust. In the hiss of the falling snow, everything seemed closer, as if it were condensing around him.}