‘No, I didn’t.’
‘Well, your security services do. Is that what this is about? You want this to look like the work of the FSB?’
‘Sir, last Thursday week DCI Brock came in contact with a migrant from Uganda who was infected and is now also in hospital isolation. There’s been no suggestion of FSB involvement to my knowledge.’
‘Really? Well there soon will be. Do you read the papers? First Litvinenko, now Moszynski, that’s what they’re all saying.’
‘Well, that’s not really surprising, is it, in the light of Mr Moszynski’s letter to The Times?’
‘If it’s genuine.’
‘Do you have any evidence that it isn’t?’
His eyes slid away, and for the first time he seemed unsure. ‘No.’
‘We’ve been told that he was upset the day he sent it, because of the murder of the American woman from the hotel next door.’
‘Of course he was upset. We all get upset when crime comes close to home.’
‘Is that all it was?’
‘What else could it be? Mikhail was a sensitive man. Does that surprise you? Russian oligarchs are just rich thugs, is that what you think? Wrong! Mikhail was a caring man, for his family, for his neighbours, for everyone. You know what he does when he comes here? He counts hedgehogs. That’s right! He’s worried they will be extinct. He cares about hedgehogs!’ He gave a short bark of a laugh. ‘Also, people put crazy ideas in his head.’
‘How do you mean?’
‘Oh, don’t get me wrong, Mikhail was a brilliant man, brilliant. But he could also be gullible, with people he trusted.’
‘Which people?’
Kuzmin shrugged. ‘Rich men attract parasites, Detective, like dogs attract fleas. It’s only natural.’
Kathy recalled someone else using the word parasites. It was Shaka, she remembered, on the night of Mikhail’s murder, referring to the two men sitting drinking downstairs. ‘People close to him, do you mean? Like Freddie Clarke?’
Kuzmin turned away, looking out of the window to the garden, where his wife was crossing the lawn, wearing an old raincoat and hood against the drizzle. ‘Freddie’s all right. He was dedicated to Mikhail’s interests.’
‘You’re sure about that, are you? From what I hear, Freddie makes a habit of keeping things inside his head, rather than on paper. That must be a problem for you now. How will you know that he’s telling you everything about your father-in-law’s businesses?’
‘If I ever think he’s being less than honest, I’ll let you know. Now you must leave.’
Kathy stayed sitting. ‘Why don’t you give me some names of these parasites you mentioned, Mr Kuzmin? Maybe Mr Moszynski was planning to expose someone. That could be a motive for his murder, don’t you think?’
‘But I thought the FSB did it?’ Kuzmin sneered and walked over to the door. ‘Christina!’
The maid appeared and he said, ‘Please show this lady out,’ and walked away.
As Kathy got into her car she noticed Alisa further down the driveway, picking tulips from a bed. She turned at the sound of Kathy’s wheels on the gravel, and Kathy pulled over and got out. ‘Lovely colours.’
Alisa nodded. ‘They are nearly finished now. My father liked them very much. I hope to have some for Tuesday.’
‘Tuesday?’
‘His funeral, at the Russian Orthodox Cathedral in Knightsbridge, provided the quarantine is lifted.’
‘Ah, I hadn’t heard. What time will that be?’
‘Eleven o’clock. You will be there?’
‘I’ll make sure I am. You were here at the house with your grandmother on the day he died, weren’t you?’
‘Yes, I wish so much I’d been with him.’
‘Did you speak to him at all that day, on the phone?’
Alisa looked away. ‘Yes.’
‘How did he sound?’
‘All right.’
There was something evasive about her reply. ‘Someone told us that he was upset that day about the death of the American woman from the hotel next door. Did he say anything to you about that?’
‘No.’ She began fiddling with her secateurs. Looking at her, Kathy had the impression of a lost soul, and not just because of the loss of her father. It was as if she were trying very hard to please everyone with her imitation of an English wife, without really believing in it.
‘But? Come on, Alisa. Something troubled you, didn’t it? It’s written all over you.’
‘He didn’t mention the woman. But… he did say something strange. He said that if anything should happen to him I wasn’t to worry. I could rely on Freddie to see that I would be all right.’
Kathy got her to repeat the exact words he had used. ‘You should have mentioned this to me before, Alisa.’
‘Vadim said it wasn’t necessary.’
‘You think your father knew he was in danger?’
‘At the time I didn’t think that, but afterwards… I wondered.’
‘Did he say anything else to you that I should know?’
She shook her head. ‘He asked to speak to Baba-my grandmother. They had an argument, I think. I don’t know what about.’ She checked her watch suddenly. ‘It’s time to feed baby. I must go.’
Kathy was on the road back to London, mulling over her conversation with Vadim Kuzmin, when a thought struck her. She pulled over into a lay-by and turned it over in her mind, then dialled Sundeep’s number.
‘Any news, Sundeep?’ she asked.
‘Nothing, Kathy. No change.’
‘Listen, do we know for a fact that Peter Namono was the original carrier?’
‘What? Who else?’
‘Could it have been Danny Yilmaz? I mean, in theory, can you tell which of them caught it first?’
‘Well, probably not. They both seem to be at around the same stage in the progress of the virus, more advanced than Brock. But who could Danny have caught it from?’
‘Good question.’
She said goodbye, then rang Sean Ardagh.
‘Hi, Kathy. I hear you’re in the clear.’
‘Yes. Sean, I’ve just been speaking to Vadim again, and he mentioned that the Russians weaponised the Marburg virus back in the nineties.’
There was a short hesitation. ‘Yes?’
‘You knew that?’
‘I believe I did. Is it significant?’
His smooth tone annoyed Kathy. ‘Of course it is. They killed Litvinenko with some exotic radio isotope, so maybe now they’re trying out another of their nasty tricks.’
‘Oh, come on. You’ve got the source-that Ugandan, right?’
‘Maybe he caught it from Danny Yilmaz, not the other way around.’
The MI5 man gave a soft, condescending chuckle. ‘Kathy, Kathy-what would be the point of that?’
‘The point,’ she said, angry now, ‘is that our senior investigator and our only witness are now on the death list and the rest of our team is locked up in quarantine! Just about the most effective way you could dream up to screw an investigation, wouldn’t you say?’
She heard him take a deep breath. ‘No, that’s nonsense.’
‘Why?’
‘They just wouldn’t do a thing like that. Believe me, I know.’
‘It strikes me, Sean, that you know a lot more about this case than you’re telling us.’
‘I know that there’s absolutely no way that the Russians would release some indiscriminate biological
