of age, muscular, in fairy-tale tights and a roll-neck sweater right out of Snow White, except for the Makarov nine- millimeter by his hand and a hole as round as a cigarette burn between his eyes.
'It's Dopey,' Vaksberg said. 'You killed Dopey.'
Dima and Slava were also dead, facedown, flat as fish, blurring the water with blood. Arkady felt around the interior of the trunk and found the courtesy light taped over, pulled the tape off and discovered a plastic supermarket bag that held a change of clothes, poncho, shoes and Metro pass. No ID. Nothing worth a ride in a car trunk, let alone murder. Arkady remembered the Spartak athletic bag in the passenger compartment.
'Wait! Let me explain.' Vaksberg saw Arkady veer into the car.
As Arkady unzipped the bag, credit-card receipts and dollars and euros in $10,000 rolls spilled out.
Vaksberg said, 'They're donations from guests leaving the fair.'
'For the Children's Fund,' Anya said.
'Good luck. Once it's in militia hands, you may never see it again.'
'You can explain to them,' Vaksberg said. 'As you said, you're still an investigator.'
'Not a popular one. How much cash is in the bag?'
'A hundred thousand dollars more or less,' Anya said. 'The same in credit-card charges.'
'Well, believe it or not, to some people that's a lot of money.'
'Does the militia have to know how much money?' Vaksberg asked.
'Are you bargaining? After you almost got us killed?'
'Yes. But in my defense, you didn't seem to care one way or the other. I mean, Dopey was blasting away at you and you just walked up to him and shot him in the head.'
The lightning display faded to a steady rain. The day was off to a slow start but Arkady knew that sooner or later a patrol car passing the barricade would see a limousine standing on the ramp. If they came closer they would trip over bodies. Highway police accepted bribes for almost everything. Homicide crossed the line, and when Arkady added up the bodies, he still lacked a killer of the world's most lovable dwarf.
Vaksberg asked, 'What are you doing?'
Arkady put the Makarov in Vaksberg's hand, aimed at the sky and forced Vaksberg's trigger finger to squeeze off a couple of rounds.
'Making you a hero. That's to prove to a paraffin test that you fired a gun.'
'You're incriminating me?'
'Not at all. I'm making you a hero. Tell them what happened just as it happened, except that I wasn't here. Act it out and get your stories straight.'
Anya said, 'You're leaving us?'
'That's right. The Metro will be running soon. There's a station ten minutes away. I'll find my car. It's not a Mercedes but it has no bullet holes.'
Vaksberg considered his role. 'So I acted in self-defense. I simply walked up to this assassin and… Bang!'
Arkady said nothing, although he remembered how his father put it in an army manual: In the field, an officer should run only as a last resort and never in retreat. An officer who, under fire, can move calmly and confidently rather than race from one cover to another is worth ten brilliant tacticians.
It was Arkady's ambition to die before he became his father.
16
Although the night's rainstorm had become morning's drizzle, Yegor insisted on getting in line for hot dogs and beer at an outdoor kiosk.
'I knew you'd come,' he told Maya.
'Just until we find my baby.'
The clerk in the kiosk was brown, with dark eyelids and a scholar's wire-rim glasses. He greeted Yegor tentatively. 'Are you in a good mood today, my friend?'
'Definitely.'
'That's good. You are always welcome when you are in a good mood.'
'We've been waiting an hour for some fucking service. I'm just kidding.'
'You are in a fine mood, I can see. You are our guest. Whatever you want.'
'You're sure?'
'A hundred percent.'
'Ali is a good guy,' Yegor told Maya. 'Indian or Pakistani?'
'Pakistani, please,' Ali said.
'Who somehow got stuck here in Moscow.'
'Stranded by fate. I came to study thirty years ago and here I am.'
'Some ignorant shits gave Ali some trouble.'
'Prejudice is a terrible thing. You bet I am the only Pakistani with his own kiosk.'
'Prejudice.' Yegor shook his head.
'But Yegor snapped his fingers and trouble disappeared. Now there are no more problems, at least not from violent youth, thanks to Yegor. You go to any other kiosk and you will hear the same story. Yegor is an important friend to have.'
Yegor pushed Maya's hood back and revealed her blue scalp. 'What do you think?'
'Quite exotic. How old is she?'
'Enough.' Yegor collected the food and hustled Maya away, but he was pleased. 'Did you hear that? You have an 'important friend.''
'I don't want a friend, I want Katya.'
'Agreed, but you can't go talking about a fucking baby with potential customers. A deal goes both ways. You have to keep your end of the bargain.'
'I will.'
'And stay away from Genius. He thinks you're the Virgin Mary. Don't act that way around me. You should be happy I appreciate you the way you are.'
Which was nothing more than a prostitute, Maya thought. He had a way of looking at her that made her feel as if his hands crawled over her body, milking her breasts and insinuating himself between her legs, although he hadn't put a hand on her. The sensation was hypnotic and demeaning and she was sure he knew exactly what he was doing.
From hours of intimate observation she could read men. Some wanted the fantasy sex of a lifetime, worth a special chapter in a book. Some wanted to rescue an innocent girl, after sex, not before. They all wanted their money's worth.
Maya choked on her hot dog and spat it into the gutter.
'What's the matter?' Yegor asked.
'It's disgusting.'
'No time to start like the present, then.'
Rain slowed but didn't halt traffic and Maya wondered what passengers in the cars saw when they looked out of their cozy lives. A red stream of brake lights. A miserable few tables of CDs and DVDs under plastic. A young pimp and a whore in their element.
17
At three weeks Katya was still a part of her mother. Every taste and smell, warmth and touch, was her mother. When she was startled her mother's voice soothed her, and if she could not focus farther than her mother's face, that was enough. Like the earth and moon, they seemed to be in perpetual orbits around each other, and
