17 Meridian by Unknown
Author:Unknown
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00
13 WHORES
What that man Roach hadnât known when heâd told me there was a telephone booth in the building was that the cord had been cut by hooligans, and I had to drive two miles before I found a booth that didnât have the glass smashed or the cord cut. I didnât expect to find a directory, took the phone off the hook and dialled for Information, the wind fluting through the gap in the door.
âYes?â
âMilitary Barracks.â
âWhich department?â
âAdministration.â
âWait.â
I waited.
Arrested. Mother of God.
I could look along the street from here, both ways. Iâd left the Skoda round the comer where I could see its reflection in the window of the No. 3 Dock â workersâ Union of Novosibirsk Meeting Rooms.
Someone had carved some crude letters on the tarnished aluminium panel behind the telephone â WHERE IS THE FOOD?
Jabbing at the panel, slashing at it with the force of desperation.
âHere is the number,â the woman said on the line. She rang off before I could repeat it or thank her.
I hadnât any one â or two â kopek coins so I used a ten and dialled. Not at the safe â house: she hadnât been arrested at the safe â house, Tanya. Sheâd left there soon after I had, the peep told me, when Iâd gone to meet Ferris at noon. The peep had followed her. He was surveillance, not support: he would have told us where sheâd gone â that was his function, and heâd had no instructions to stop her. But she hadnât gone anywhere, hadnât arrived.
âshe was crossing the street,â heâd told me, âdown by the bus station, and the militia stopped her and checked her papers ââ
âA patrol on foot?â
âYes. Then he used his walkie and called a car and they put her inside and that was it. 11:51.1 got to a phone by 12:03 but the DIF didnât answer.â
Because heâd been with me in that stinking shed.
Ten rings, twenty, they were taking their bloody time.
This was so very risky.
âMilitary Barracks.â
âI want to speak,â I said, âto Captain Vadim Rusakov.â
âWait.â
So very risky because I couldnât get an introduction to Rusakov now from his sister; Iâd be talking to him cold, and when I told him what had happened he could duck out and run for cover in case she broke and talked and exposed him. I wouldnât expect much chivalry from a man whoâd talked a woman into spotting the target for him, bringing her right onto the scene of the shooting. Anything could have happened and he must have known that.
The wind gusted through the gap in the door, flapping at an official notice that said vandals would be arrested for damaging the property of the Intercity and International Telephone Service of Novosibirsk, that did not say that accomplices in the assassination of former Red Army generals would also be arrested and would face imprisonment for life, were they going to answer this bloody telephone or werenât they?
Steady there.
Yea, verily, but time was of the essence: once
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