‘Same with us.’
‘Who were you watching?’ Rafael tried a different approach.
‘We watch everyone.’
Bad. The conversation was better, Sarah thought. It’s one thing to confide actions and information from the past, another to describe the situation of the present.
‘I’ll ask you something else. Why did you kill the English couple and CIA man in Amsterdam?’
To Sarah those words were like a punch in the stomach. Were they the ones who killed her friends in cold blood? She couldn’t believe it.
‘We haven’t killed anyone in Amsterdam recently,’ the Russian said. ‘Why?
‘They had a CD with interesting information, obtained and held by the KGB until ’ninety-one and afterwards by your excellencies who inherited the file.’
‘I don’t know what you’re talking about.’
‘Come on, Barber. We were doing so well… It’s natural to have your enemies and allies under constant surveillance. The Holy See does also. Everyone does. What’s curious is you’ve kept an organization like Opus Dei under your watchful gaze. That’s what isn’t normal.’
Sarah calmed her inner hurricane. But doubt remained. His saying they didn’t do it could be true or not.
Ivanovsky swallowed hard.
‘We used the woman to demonstrate we were on top of things. We gave her the disc with intelligence about what happened to the girls, but we didn’t kill the couple.’ He thought about whether to continue.
There was something that made him trust the Italian, and, really, his instincts had never let him down. Ivanovskys had always had an innate talent for choosing the winning side in history.
‘Their murder only shows one thing…’ He hesitated again.
‘That you were being spied on or that whoever alerted you to the problem didn’t speak to you alone.’
‘Don’t make stuff up.’
‘I’m not,’ Rafael ventured firmly. He had already figured out the whole web, or, at least, part of it. ‘Who put you on the trail of Opus Dei?’
‘That information is confidential.’
‘Everything we’ve said is confidential.’
The vacillating expression on the Russian’s face made clear his inner conflict between duty and continuing. His confidence in Rafael gained ground.
‘Let’s say that someone alerted us to certain actions of that organization. Facts that turned out to be consistent and trustworthy,’ the barber explained. He got up to get an old bottle with clear liquid on a tray. He poured a little in the cup that had held the tea. The smell of alcohol filled the nasal passages of everyone present.
‘Does anyone else want some?’
He held the mouth of the bottle over Phelps’s cup, but Phelps put his hand up to decline. Rafael accepted and let him fill his cup. Sarah also declined the offer.
‘Cheers,’ Rafael toasted, lifting his cup.
Ivanovsky joined him, lifting his cup with a thoughtful look.
‘What was the interest of this someone?’ Rafael asked.
The barber took a drink of vodka and took out a cigarette.
‘Do you mind if I smoke?’
The question did not require an answer, since as he asked he was striking a match and lighting the cigarette. He leaned back, not far enough to fall, making himself comfortable. He had only to cross his legs and put his feet on the table to complete the scenario, but the narrow space of the room prevented those comforts. He crossed his arms with the cigarette held between the fingers of his right hand, letting the ashes fall on the table. Silence was the only reply.
‘I’m going to tell you what I think happened,’ Rafael announced. ‘Someone sweet-talked you, which didn’t take much, and put you on the trail of Opus Dei. It’s not hard to figure out what they’re doing. I bet that after a few days you got the general picture.’
‘And what’s that?’ It was the Russian’s turn to be sarcastic. A little jab.
‘That’s what you don’t understand. On the one hand you found a large-scale operation; on the other you couldn’t find the thread to lead you to what’s going on. Your friend, this someone, shed some light, very little, only what was necessary. I’ll bet it was he who gave you the CD with instructions to give it back after you’d analyzed and processed it. So you ended up knowing everything had to do with the Pole. Or better, you ended up knowing what that someone wanted you to know.’
‘It’s a nice guess,’ Ivanovsky interrupted with the same sarcasm.
‘What else did you find out?’ Rafael continued. ‘That the rich clergymen had ended up allying themselves with the CIA and were killing right and left.’
The expression on Ivanovsky’s face changed.
‘Who told you that?’ he asked with irritation.
‘You know the fact that we have God on our side is a big advantage,’ Rafael finally answered, taking a sip of vodka. ‘It makes us omniscient.’
‘And how does this strike you?’ Ivanovsky asked, like someone who doesn’t like something.
‘Are you asking me?’
‘I am.’
‘Well, my guess seems plausible.’ A statement loaded with venom.
‘Why has Opus Dei conspired with the CIA? What’s the purpose?’ the Russian demanded, interrupting him.
‘What do you think?’ Rafael answered with a question, testing the situation.
‘Burning the file,’ Ivanovsky finally said.
‘Burning the file?’ Phelps stammered out. ‘What’s that?’
‘When someone eliminates loose ends,’ Rafael explained.
‘Do you agree?’ the barber asked Rafael. He was visibly interested.
‘I won’t say no. But why?’
‘When they killed the pair in Amsterdam, that’s what they wanted to make understood. Why is not easy to make out, but burning the file presupposes the elimination of elements that could undermine certain interests,’ he explained in a casual tone.
‘Everything has to do with John Paul the Second. Isn’t that what I said?’ the man from the Vatican reminded them.
‘Exactly,’ the barber confirmed.
‘But John Paul the Second is dead.’
‘Of course he is,’ the other said thoughtfully. ‘Which takes us down other roads.’
‘What roads?’ Rafael didn’t drop his guard. Everything had to come out. Ivanovsky understood that. Confidence had been established, plainly.
‘Opus Dei, as they call themselves, took care of the English couple as well as the CIA man, we believe mistakenly, a Spanish priest from Santiago de Compostela, and, presumably, Marcinkus in the United States.’
‘A priest from Santiago de Compostela? Are you certain?’ Rafael interrupted.
‘Yes. Though I didn’t come across his name,’ Ivanovsky excused himself. ‘Why? Is there a problem?’
A black cloud crossed Rafael’s face, but vanished soon.
‘No, go on.’
‘We have already analyzed all the communications we had access to, surveillances, agents in the field, and we came up with two possibilities.’ He raised his finger. ‘Either they wanted to eliminate something based on a decision the Pole made during his life…’
‘What?’ Sarah and Phelps protested. Sarah believed the goodness emanating from Wojtyla was genuine and could not imagine ordering killings in his name to clean up anything.
‘How dare you?’ Phelps defended the deceased pope.
Ivanovsky ignored them and raised his other finger.
‘Or Opus Dei has something rotten in its past it wants to hide. We’ve done an exhaustive investigation. We’ve
