The Lost American
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At the apartment block he put his car in the reserved space and climbed slowly to their apartment. Outside Blair hesitated, remembering the recall to Washington. He’d tell her tomorrow, he determined. Not tonight; tonight was going to be a shock. She’d need something tomorrow: poor Ann. Poor lovely, adorable Ann.
Blair hesitated a few moments longer, preparing himself and finally went in. Ann was sitting in the main room, close to the matroyshka set he hated. Something he shouldn’t forget to clear and pack tomorrow.
‘Darling,’ said Blair, solemn-voiced. ‘I’ve got the most terrible news about Jeremy Brinkman.’
Epilogue
‘Could there have been a connection?’ Panov was ashen-faced and the hand holding the cigarette had a palsied shake. His question was blurred by an outburst of coughing and Sokol waited until the chairman recovered before replying.
‘A possibility. The two were friends,’ he said. It had all been resolved by the most incredible luck but no one apart from himself knew that and Sokol had cleverly orchestrated all the credit.
‘Blair’s gone?’
‘And the man King, whom they drafted in with the cover of temporary archivist,’ confirmed Sokol. ‘We’ve kept Krasnaya under observation for two months now. The new man hasn’t been there once.’
There was another outburst of coughing and Sokol waited patiently. Eventually the KGB chairman said, ‘We’ve been able to mount a very effective propaganda campaign, because of the position of Brinkman’s father. Everything has worked out most satisfactorily.’
Not completely, thought Sokol: I’m still waiting for the announcement. He said, ‘I’m glad.’
‘The congratulations this time don’t just come from me,’ said Panov. ‘I’ve been asked to express them on the part of the Politburo, as well.’
‘That’s extremely gratifying,’ said Sokol, properly modest. Was today going to be the day?
‘It is necessary for me to retire,’ declared Panov, clearing his throat as if to indicate the reason. He smiled across the desk. ‘Of course that will mean changes.’
It was to be today! thought Sokol. He said, hoping the excitement wasn’t obvious in his voice, ‘Of course. I understand.’
‘I’ve already made clear the admiration that the Politburo have for you. Not just for the Brinkman affair; they fully realise how well you contained the disruption following the famine…’ The chairman’s pause this time was for the other man to assimilate the praise. ‘They feel,’ Panov began again, ‘that there is no one else at the required echelon within the organisation who could fulfil as well as yourself the position of Deputy, in charge of the Second Chief Directorate. And I, of course, agree with that assessment. You’re irreplaceable. Again, congratulations. The confidence in you is absolute…’
‘But…’ tried Sokol.
‘The chairmanship, by the way, is going to the Deputy of the First Chief Directorate, Sergei Golvbev…’
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