under Eva's chin.
'I think he's quite eager to use that,' observed Kosov.
'Aren't you, Misha?'
Eva saw feral eyes glinting in the dark.
'Now, where did Frau Apfel get out?'
Eva struggled to think through the pain of the blows and her growing
apprehension that she would not survive the night. How long had Ernst
evaded the black sedan? Two minutes? Three? With his taxi finally
trapped in the deadend lane beside the Lietzensee lake, the old cabbie
had done his best to fend the Russians off, but the young KGB agents had
simply been too agile for him. How far could Ilse have gotten in that
time?
Without warning Misha savagely thrust his knee into Eva's left breast,
crushing it'All right!' she gasped.
The pressure eased a little. 'You have regained your memory?'
Kosov asked.
Perhaps they'll spare Ernst, Eva thought. Swine. 'We stopped two or
three blocks back,' she whispered. 'When we rounded a corner. Ilse
jumped out there.'
'Sko'lka?' asked Kosov. 'Two blocks or three? Which is it?'
Again Misha jabbed his knee forward. 'Stop!' Eva begged.
'Please!' She could fight no more, but she could fire a last covering
shot. 'Three blocks,' she lied, laboring for breath. 'The Seehof Hotel
... by the lake. She ran inside.'
Kosov nodded. 'That wasn't so difficult, was it?'
Eva gulped air like a landed fish.
Kosov sighed angrily, debating with himself. How in hell was he
supposed to find the Spandau papers? Three times Moscow had signaled
him, each time telling him just a little more about the Hess case,
doling out information like scraps of meat to a dog. Names without
physical descriptions, dates of events Kosov had never heard of. And 4t
the center of it all, apparently, a one-eyed man who had no name.
Kosov could make no sense of it. And of course that was how Moscow
wanted it.
'Now that you're talking,' he said amiably, 'I have one more question.
Did Frau Apfel mention any names in connection with what her husband
found?'
'No,' Eva groaned. 'She told me someone was after her, that's all. I
didn't ask-' Unbelievably, Misha's knee buried itself still deeper into
Eva's chest. The pain was excruciating. She felt as if she were going
to vomit. 'Please!' she choked.
The pressure relented just enough for her to take a shallow breath.
Kosov heaved a bearlike shoulder over the front seat and bellowed,
'Names, woman! Names are what I want!
Did Frau Apfel mention the name Zinoviev to you? Do you hear me?
Z-1-N-0-V-1-E-V. It's a Russian name. Did ghe mention it?'
Eva shook her head violently. She had passed the point of being able to
lie, and something in her eyes must have shown it. After several
moments Kosov nodded, and Misha removed his knee from her chest. The
old colonel's face softened.
'Unlike my young friend,' he murmured, 'I do not believe in needless
killing. However, if you are lying-that is, if we do not find Frau
Apfel, or if you feel the sudden urge to speak to the authorities-well,
quite obviously we know where to find you. And we will find you. I
would send Misha personally. Do you understand?'
Eva lay as still as she could. The animals were going to let her live.
'Ja, ' she breathed.
'Good.' Kosov climbed out of the old taxi. 'Misha, a reminder.'
With an expert flick of his stiletto, the young KGB agent opened a
two-inch gash along Eva's left cheek. Eva shrieked in pain. Misha
grinned, watching her struggle in vain to reach the wound and stop the
bleeding. As the young Russian backed out of the taxi, Kosov's hard
face appeared in the front window.
'Free her hands,' he ordered.
Cursing quietly, Misha slashed the stockings over Eva's head. But
instead of getting out of the car, he thrust his hand viciously beneath
Eva's skirt and clenched her pubic mound in a clawlike fist. With
flashing eyes he leaned close so that Kosov couldn't hear. 'When I find
your little friend,' he snarled, 'the pretty one-she's going to bleed,
old woman.
Everywhere.' He wrenched his hand away, tearing hair and skin as he
backed out of the taxi.
Shaking like an epileptic, Eva turned away and tried to stanch the flow
of blood from her lacerated face. She heard Kosov's BMW skid around and
speed down the Lietzenseelifer in the direction of the Seehof Hotel.
'Screw you,' she spat. 'Swine. You'll never find her.' Slowly she
leaned forward and put her bloody hand to the old cabbie's forehead.
'Ernst, are you all right? Poor darling, you fought well for an old
soldier. Wake up for Eva.'
The old man didn't move.
If only some of my old friends were here, Eva lamented.
That young pig's balls would be meat for the dogs.
Ernst groaned and jerked forward in his seat. 'Wo sind she!' he cried,
flailing his arms'They're gone,' Eva said, soothing his forehead with a
knowing hand. 'All gone. You can take me home now, my brave knight.
We'll mend our scratches together.'
10.33 Pm. South African Airspace: 100 kin Northeast of Pretoria The
JetRanger helicopter stormed northward beneath a moonless African sky,
startling flocks of black heron, spooking herds of impala and zebra
gathered around the waterholes on the veld below. Inside the chopper's
luxurious cabin, Alfred Horn sat gripping the arms of his wheelchair,
which was bolted to the carpeted deck by specially designed fittings.
Pieter Smuts, Horn's Afrikaner security chief, leaned closer to his
master and spoke above the low beating drone of the rotor blades.
'I wanted to wait until we were airborne to tell you, sir.'
The old man nodded slowly. 'What is so important that you don't even
trust your own security?'
'We've received the new figures from Britain, sir. The American
figures. They were delivered by courier just an hour ago.'
