'I could be in deep trouble if Strickland or the Brooklyn office makes a stink about this, especially if the samples turn out to be negative.
Now the least I can expect from you in return is to promise you won't go out there to your brother-in-law's house.'
'What about that black eye? ' Flash demanded.
'For the last time, we don't know how she got it, ' Jack said. 'I took a skin sample and we'll see what it shows. It might have been from a punch, but then again, it might not have been. I'm telling you, I've seen bathroom falls much worse. In fact, I've seen it where it was the fall itself that killed the victim, not whatever went on before.'
'Promise the man, ' Warren said. 'Or I'm going to be royally pissed myself. I mean, there's a lot of things I'd rather be doing today than standing in that funeral home getting grossed out, you know what I'm saying? '
'All right, I promise, ' Flash said. 'Are you guys happy now? '
'Relieved is a better word, ' Jack said. He looked out the window at the rush-hour traffic and wondered what kind of price he would have to pay for his shenanigans.
TUESDAY, OCTOBER 19
4:35 P. M. The snow stretched in an immaculately white blanket all the way down Fatherland Hill. Yuri and his brother, Yegor, had named the slope in celebration of its being the finest sledding hill in all of the Soviet Union. After crowding onto a sled that they had fashioned themselves out of discarded wood and metal, they pushed off down the steep slope.
Yegor was in the front and Yuri in the back.
For Yuri, it was like being launched into a fairyland. The crystalline snow swirled about them as they hurtled down toward the farmhouses along Lake Niznije. It was like flying, and Yuri yelled with delight.
As they streaked toward the main road, they saw a sleigh coming from town pulled by two horses as white as the snow. As their paths drew closer, Yuri could hear the sleigh bells jangle in time with the horses' canter. It got louder and louder until Yuri was yanked from his favorite dream. The jangling wasn't sleigh bells, it was the phone.
Sitting up suddenly, Yuri nearly fainted. He steadied himself and leaned over so his head was between his knees. When he felt normal, he slowly sat up. The dizziness had disappeared, but the phone was still insistently ringing.
Yuri got up on slightly unsteady legs and headed for the kitchen. He'd fallen asleep on the sofa, and a quick glance at his watch suggested he'd slept soundly for more than four hours. Snatching the phone from its cradle, he found that his voice was hoarse and. that he had to clear his throat.
'This is Gordon Strickland calling. I'm sorry to bother you, Mr. Davydov, but there's been a problem that you should know about.' Yuri rubbed his forehead while his sleepy mind wrestled with the name Strickland. He knew he'd heard it, but he couldn't remember in what context. Then, with a start, he remembered. It was the funeral home that he had arranged to take Conn
'What kind of problem? ' Yuri asked. His mind fought through the fog of sleep. He didn't like the sound of 'problem.'
'Something very irregular has happened, ' Gordon continued. 'Not long after your poor deceased wife arrived here at our facility, three men appeared demanding to see her body and take samples.'
'What kind of samples?'
' Yuri demanded.
'Body fluids for analysis, ' Gordon said. 'I want to apologize for this whole affair and for not calling you immediately and asking your permission. Unfortunately, it all happened so quickly. They were authorized by the chief medical examiner, but now, after the fact, I'm confused as to the legality of it. You might consider retaining counsel. You could possibly have grounds for a big award from the city.'
'But I don't understand, ' Yuri said. 'My wife wasn't autopsied.'
'Precisely, ' Gordon said. 'That's why this is so irregular. I've been in this business for almost thirty years, and my father for a lifetime before that, and nothing like this has ever happened in either of our experience.'
'Who were these men? ' Yuri asked. He put the phone in the crook of his neck so he could get a glass.
From the freezer he got the vodka and poured himself a slug.
He needed it.
'One of them was a medical examiner, ' Gordon said. 'Dr. Jack Stapleton.
He had an assistant.. .'
'What was the doctor's name? ' Yuri demanded, interrupting the funeral director mid-sentence. Even in Yuri's sleepy state the name rang a discordant bell in his mind.
When Gordon repeated the name, Yuri took another belt of his vodka.
Jack Stapleton had been the man in the Corinthian Rug Company office!
'The medical examiner was also accompanied by a relative of your late wife, ' Gordon went on to say.
'At least that was what we were told.
He was introduced as Frank Thomas, although I heard Dr. Stapleton refer to him by the sobriquet Flash.
'' Yuri felt a chill down his spine. He grabbed one of the kitchen chairs and pulled it over to the phone so he could sit down. His legs had suddenly turned to rubber.
Flash Thomas was the one person in the world who Yuri truly feared.
Not only was he a big, muscled man, he'd threatened Yuri on several occasions. The last time had been on the telephone, when he'd said that if Yuri ever hit Connie again he'd come out there to Brighton Beach and kill him.
'Are you still there? ' Gordon questioned. Yuri had not responded to his last statement.
'Yes, I'm still here, ' Yuri managed. His pulse was racing. What could it mean that Flash Thomas was with this mysterious Jack Stapleton? What kind of weird coincidence could this be?'
'We're going to need some directions from you, ' Gordon repeated.
'Were you intending to have an open casket? '
'No! ' Yuri yelled.
Then he calmed himself. 'No. I just want to do this as simply as possible. That's what Connie would have preferred.'
'But you will have to come and choose an appropriate casket.'
'What is the least expensive? ' Yuri asked.
'It would be far better if you were to come in, ' Gordon said in his unctuous business voice. 'We could show you our whole line, with descriptions of the benefits and disadvantages of each.'
'What about cremation? ' Yuri asked.
'That can be arranged, ' Gordon said. 'But there is still the issue of choosing an appropriate vessel.'
'I want her cremated, ' Yuri said.
'And I want it soon. Today, in fact! '
'There's to be no viewing or service? ' Gordon questioned.
'No, ' Yuri said. 'It is my religious belief it should be done as soon as possible.'
'Very well, ' Gordon said.
'What kind of samples did Dr. Stapleton take? ' Yuri demanded.
'Just a small piece of tissue and some fluids, ' Gordon said nervously.
'I didn't want her body violated, ' Yuri complained. He wondered what could have provoked this Dr.
Stapleton to collect samples after the authorities had decided there was to be no autopsy.
'All I can do is apologize again, ' Gordon said. 'But you have to understand, it was beyond our control.'
'I'll come by in the next day or so to choose a container for her ashes and settle the account, ' Yuri said.
'That will be most appreciated, ' Gordon said.
'Meanwhile, make sure she's cremated before her body is violated again.'
'We'll see to it forthwith, ' Gordon promised.
Yuri hung up the phone and then stared across the room with unseeing eyes. Could it be that the authorities suspected the otulinum toxin?'
Yuri could not see how. But Flash Thomas posed a more immediate threat.
