The room was completely silent now, eerily so after the echoes of the gunshots. Nergui carefully moved the flashlight beam around, and then realized that another flashlight was shining from somewhere across the room.
Ahead of him, Maxon lay on the concrete floor, blood pouring from a bullet wound in his chest. Next to him, Badzar also lay on the ground, his head apparently blown open by another bullet. Behind them, Drew was slumped against the concrete block. For a moment, Nergui thought that Drew had been hit as well. He was staring blankly into the light, his face white, his body shaking. Nergui realized with a deep sigh of relief that he was apparently unharmed.
Nergui shone his own flashlight back toward the approaching light. “Who is it?” he called, first in Mongolian, then in English.
The voice that replied was English, softly spoken, British. “I’m sorry to startle you,” it said. “The darkness was a risk, but necessary.” Nergui could make out a silhouette now, walking slowly toward them. He raised his pistol, prepared for anything that might happen. The approaching figure raised its own gun, but in an unthreatening manner. “Infrared sight. Seemed the best way.”
Finally, the figure stepped into the beam of Nergui’s flashlight.
“Wilson,” Nergui said. “You realize I will have to arrest you for murder?”
Wilson nodded thoughtfully. “Whatever you say, Nergui. Though I think a simple thank-you might have sufficed.”
CHAPTER 25
Outside, the snow had begun to fall again, thick and fast from the night sky. Nergui sat at an angle to the window, watching the falling flakes caught in the streetlights of Sukh Bataar Square, barely listening to the conversation.
“McLeish is all right, then?” the Minister asked, tapping together a sheaf of official-looking papers. As always, his desk was immaculately clear, except for an old-fashioned blotter and inkwell. Nergui suspected that the sheaf of papers was similarly decorative, something for the Minister to leaf through when he wanted to appear busy.
Nergui pulled himself away from the hypnotic swirl of the snowflakes and looked back at the Minister. “Physically, he’s fine. We had the police doctor check him over. He sustained a few minor cuts and bruises in the original kidnapping, and he’d been without food or water for some time, but there wasn’t any serious harm done. He’s been patched up and given a decent meal, so he should be okay.”
The British ambassador was sitting in the Minister’s other armchair, flicking aimlessly through a thick file on his knee. Nergui had no idea whether the file had any significance, or whether this was just another piece of window dressing. He was beginning to realize how little of this world he really understood.
“Still, I imagine it must all have been something of an ordeal?” the ambassador said.
“You might say that,” Nergui said. This was, he presumed, another instance of that famous British understatement. Or possibly just crass stupidity. “He was very shaken. Who wouldn’t be? As to the long term impact, well… I’m no expert.”
The ambassador nodded. “The police are well versed in those matters. I’ve spoken with the UK Home Office. They’ve got well-established procedures for posttrauma counseling, all that stuff. We’re having him flown back tonight on a specially chartered flight via Vienna, so we can get him out of here before the world’s media cotton on to what’s happened. He’ll have access to the best treatment as soon as he gets back.”
“That’s good to hear,” Nergui said, sincerely. “He’s been through hell. I don’t think we can begin to imagine what it was like.”
“Though fortunately Maxon wasn’t the killer,” the Minister said.
Nergui turned to look at him, his mouth half open, biting back his instinctive response. “I suppose it depends on how you look at it,” he said, finally. He paused momentarily, then continued. “Speaking of which, what happens to Wilson?”
The Minister hesitated, then looked to the ambassador. “Professor Wilson’s been handed over to our custody. We’ll take care of him,” the ambassador said, smoothly.
“Which means what?” Nergui asked.
“Just that,” the ambassador said. “We have it in hand.”
Nergui looked from the ambassador to the Minister. Both faces were untroubled, giving nothing away. He shrugged. “Well, I’m sure I can depend on your country’s integrity, ambassador.”
The Minister nodded. “Quite right, Nergui. I think we can all be justly pleased at how this has all worked out, in the circumstances. Especially you.” Nergui decided just the merest undertone of threat in the last two words.
“I did my best, sir. It was Doripalam who made the critical links. I can’t in all honesty claim much credit. Or pretend that I wasn’t lucky in the end.”
“Well, these things are never straightforward, Nergui.”
“No, sir, not with so many interests involved. It’s not easy for a simple policeman.”
The Minister stared at him. “I don’t think I would ever class you as simple, Nergui. That may be your problem.” He paused, then smiled broadly. “But I’m deeply grateful for what you’ve achieved here. McLeish is safe. We’ve removed a dangerous psychopath from the streets.”
“Two dangerous psychopaths, I suspect,” Nergui said.
The Minister shrugged. “Well, Maxon was a common criminal. The US had nothing on him officially but it looks as if they knew more than they were saying about his background. We’re liaising with the FBI on that but they don’t seem too surprised that he might have killed here. That kind of infighting isn’t uncommon. I don’t think he or his associate will be missed.”
Nergui shrugged. “As you say, sir.”
“You know, Nergui,” the Minister said, “you’re a good man. We’ll be pleased to get you back in here where you belong.”
“I’m sure you will, sir.” Nergui smiled thinly. “And I’ll be pleased to get out of Doripalam’s hair, I suppose. He deserves some kind of recognition for this-he did a superb job.” He paused. “But I’m thinking about my future. You might not think so, but I really am a simple man. I begin to think that I am much more comfortable with the kinds of crime I understand.”
“I think the ambassador was a little put out,” Nergui said. “Saw this as his territory.”
McLeish smiled. He stretched out his aching legs as far as he could in the rear seat of the car. “I really couldn’t face it,” he said. “Another hour at the airport with that sanctimonious bastard congratulating me on my part in bringing a serial killer to justice.” He laughed bitterly. “Lying motionless on a bench for two days.”
“You did more than that at the end,” Nergui pointed out. “Probably would have just got myself shot if Wilson hadn’t intervened.”
“We don’t know that Wilson did intervene,” Nergui said. “Perhaps he was just holding the gun for a friend.”
“Of course,” McLeish said. “Jesus, what a world.”
“Anyway,” Nergui went on, “I don’t know that Maxon would have shot you. I don’t think he knew what to do. He was desperate, or he wouldn’t have tried such a half-baked plan, but you were the only bargaining chip he’d got.”
“And he was right to be desperate. Someone was right there behind him.” McLeish paused. “I can’t follow it, though. Do we assume that Wilson was working with the Russians?”
Nergui shrugged. “Who knows? I think we can assume it was the forces of stability and global capitalism. They don’t care where the money comes from or goes to, so long as they get their share and nobody rocks the boat. Maxon had become a liability. Probably even to his own people. Or am I too cynical?”
“From what I’ve seen here, you’re nothing like cynical enough. I just hope you can keep it up.”
They fell into silence as the official car pounded through the empty night. As they approached the airport, they passed through one of the mining districts. Nergui stared out of the car window as they passed, watching the chaotic floodlit acres of heavy machinery, makeshift buildings, pipelines and t
rucks. McLeish turned back and looked at Nergui. “You know, when I first saw that,” he said. “I thought it looked like a gateway to hell.”
Nergui followed McLeish’s gaze into the darkness. “I think perhaps you understand our country better than you realize,” he said. “But I hope that you are wrong.”
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