“ Keep your voice down,” Andrei warned. “You don’t want to let him know we’re out here.”
“ Him?”
Andrei hauled Brody farther back. “Don’t raise your voice. We were chasing a fugitive. He entered your house before we could stop him.”
“ Then I need to get in there. I need to-”
Andrei stepped in front of him and grabbed both his shoulders. He spoke forcefully but at a low register, his face close to Brody’s.
“ Pay attention, Mr. Brody. If you go inside, you’ll only give the fugitive another hostage. Don’t put your family at greater risk.”
“ But-”
Andrei cut him off. “The best thing you can do is help us. Do you have a cell phone? If not, I’ll lend you mine.”
“ Cell phone? Why?”
“ There’s a chance the fugitive doesn’t know we followed him. I want you to call your wife and try to learn what’s happening in there, what room she and your son are in, any details that might help the SWAT team when it gets here.” Even though Andrei knew the phone line wasn’t working, he needed to find out if there was a cell phone in the house.
“ SWAT team?” Brody moaned. “Why did I let this happen? What have I done? I should never have left my family.”
“ Calm down, Mr. Brody. I’ll rehearse the phone conversation with you. We need to assume that the fugitive will be listening when your wife talks on the phone. I’ll teach you to ask questions in a way that won’t alarm him. We’ve got to know where he is in the-”
“ Wait a second.” Brody stared past Andrei.
“ What’s wrong?”
“ Those men over there. Who are they?” Brody pointed toward the fir tree.
“ The other officers on the team. Detectives Hardy and Grant.”
Mikhail and Yakov each held up an arm in greeting, doing their best to look like they belonged there.
“ About the call you’re going to make, it’s very important that you seem natural, that you don’t let your voice indicate how worried you are,” Andrei explained. “The best thing to do is-”
“ Don’t bother. It’s useless.”
“ Pardon me?”
“ There’s no point in calling.”
“ No point in-? But why?”
“ The phones aren’t working,” Brody said.
Andrei felt his muscles tense. Did he notice the telephone wire I shot down? He prompted Brody for more information. “They’re not working? What do you mean?”
“ They’re broken.”
“ You mean the snow broke the telephone lines?”
“ No, I mean the phones.” Brody seemed annoyed that Andrei couldn’t grasp some obvious concept.
“ Every phone in the house? How could they all be broken?”
Brody wiped snow off his mustache but didn’t answer, avoiding the question.
“ Sir, we can’t afford a delay,” Andrei said. “The safety of your wife and son depends on you. How did the phones get broken?”
“ I did it.”
“ What are you talking about?”
“ I smashed the phones with a hammer.” Brody sounded exasperated.
Andrei couldn’t help expressing surprise. Just when he thought he’d heard everything, someone came up with something he could never have imagined. “Why on earth would you smash the phones?”
“ So my wife couldn’t call you.”
“ Call me?” Andrei shook his head in bafflement.
“ You. The police.” Brody stared down at his boots. “I lost my temper.” The last word was tinged with despair. “My wife and I had an argument. I can’t remember what it was about, probably my drinking. I
…”
“ But why were you afraid she’d call the police?”
“ Because I hit her.” Brody kept his gaze down. His shame made him whisper.
“ Ah,” Andrei said. So this wasn’t something unimaginable, after all.
“ It’s the first time that ever happened. After I realized what I’d done, I spent the last couple of hours waiting to get sober enough to come back and beg her to forgive me.” Brody suddenly looked up. “This is all my fault. If I hadn’t left the house, I’d have been there when the guy broke in. I’d have been able to-”
“ But don’t you see? That gives you a natural excuse to call her.”
“ What do you mean?”
“ You can tell her you’re sorry and find out what’s happening. It’s so obvious an excuse, the fugitive won’t be suspicious. Are you sure you smashed all the phones? Doesn’t your wife have a cell phone?”
“ I took it. Her phone’s in my pocket.”
“ Does your son have a phone?”
“ No.”
Andrei tried not to show his elation. There wasn’t any need to worry that Pyotyr might have been able to summon the police before the telephone line had been shot down. With no way to make a call, Pyotyr was completely isolated.
“ Draw the diagram of the house.”
“ Pyotyr, Hassan’s rivals tried to kill him several times. The last thing they want is peace. There’s too much money to be made setting off car bombs in markets and sniping at Israeli soldiers on patrol.
“ Paper bags of cash are distributed weekly from donations made around the world, millions collected from sympathizers who think this is about land or religion when it’s also about men who have a very specific occupation- to cause violence and death. For decades, it’s been the only profession they’ve known. If there were peace, where would their paper bags of cash come from? Even with Hassan’s amazing effect on his followers, it’s far from certain that he can achieve peace. Nonetheless, his rivals fear the astonishing growth of his influence and want to guarantee his failure.
“ When he learned that his wife was pregnant, Hassan became so afraid for her safety that he sent her to the United States. Since July, she’s lived secretly in Santa Fe, which has a small Muslim population loyal to Hassan’s cause. In November, he made a secret trip here to monitor the last stages of her pregnancy and to deliver the baby. But he regretted sending his wife into hiding. He realized that he couldn’t ask his followers to make sacrifices if he and his family weren’t prepared to make them as well.
“ As soon as the baby is strong enough to travel, Hassan plans to return to the Gaza Strip. He plans to stand in front of his followers and hold up his child as a symbol of hope. He plans to call it the child of peace and to say that every parent has a child of peace. His rivals want their weekly payments of cash so much that they’ll do anything to stop him from gaining more sympathizers.”
In the darkness, Kagan searched a cupboard under the stove and found another pot. He filled it with water, put it on the stove, and turned on the gas burner.
“ Why are you boiling water?” Meredith wanted to know.
“ There’s still enough mixture for the baby.”
“ Sometimes, boiling water comes in handy.”
“ For what? Does your wound need cleaning again?”
“ Do you have any tin foil?” he asked.
“ Why would you need-” Looking baffled, Meredith gave up and pointed toward the left side of the stove. “The middle drawer.”
Kagan opened the drawer, pulled out a box, tore off two pieces of tin foil, and crumpled them slightly.
