Red Square by David Archer

Author:David Archer [Archer, David]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2017-12-27T05:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER TWELVE

Leschinsky was in a foul mood. His boss, Ivanov, was crawling all over him to get to the bottom of whatever was going on with the suspects, and yet he was not allowed to use any of the normal tactics for extracting information.

“I've been ordered to move them,” he said after he stopped being angry about the interruption. “The president seems to be concerned that someone may wish to kill them while they're in custody.”

“More than you?” Fedorov asked. He ignored the glare it got him. “I want to show you something,” he said. “Anya has found something very interesting.” He passed over the photograph and Leschinsky grudgingly turned his eyes to it.

He looked at it for a moment, then looked back up at Fedorov. “What am I supposed to be seeing?”

Fedorov’s eyes grew wide. “Isn’t it obvious? That photograph was taken more than a year ago, of the man suspected of killing the son of Nicolaich Andropov. I find it interesting that it's the same man you currently hold under the name of Samuel Winston.”

Leschinsky looked back at the photo. He tilted it to get better light, with his head thrown back so that he could look through the bottom of his bifocal glasses. After almost a minute, he looked back at Fedorov.

“I see a resemblance,” he said. “Our Mr. Winston, however, is taller than this man. Look at the poster in the background, it should appear lower. There’s no way this is the same man.”

Fedorov grinned. “Leschinsky, you old bear. Do you hope to claim the credit for this discovery to yourself? I've spent enough hours with Winston to know that this is him. Since he is already known as an American agent, it's simply beyond the realm of possibility that the story of his being a Russian sleeper could be true. This is the evidence you need to break the story, but I'll not have Anya cheated of the recognition she deserves for finding it.”

Leschinsky scowled at him and handed the photo back. “It's not the same man,” he said. “You may try to convince someone else, if you wish. Until you do, and someone gives me orders other than those I've already received, I shall proceed to move them somewhere safe.” He turned and walked away.

The grin had vanished and Fedorov was stunned. He looked at the photo again, just to reassure himself that he had not imagined what he’d seen, but there was still no doubt in his mind that he was looking at a picture of Samuel Winston. He started to speak, to call out to Leschinsky, but Anya put a hand on his arm.

“Please, let’s go,” she said. “If he refuses to see the truth, then it means it's a truth that someone does not want exposed. Let’s go, let’s just forget this.”

“But…” Fedorov said, but Anya put a hand to his mouth to silence him.

“Please? Please, this frightens me,” she said.

Fedorov looked down the hall where Leschinsky had gone and saw him speaking with another man.

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