branch. Almost immediately they found side tunnels spaced at twenty- to thirty-foot intervals along the north wall.
“Storage chambers and other exits,” Sam said.
Remi nodded, shining her flashlight on her sketch. “Bohuslav has these marked, but there’s no description of where they go.”
They shined their flashlights into the darkness, but could see nothing past ten feet. Somewhere in the distance they could hear wind whistling.
“I don’t know about you, but I vote we avoid another dungeonlike maze if we can.”
“Amen.”
They kept walking and after a few hundred yards found themselves standing before another set of stone steps.
This time Remi took the lead, crouching beneath the trapdoor and listening until certain the way was clear. She lifted the hatch, peeked out, then ducked back down again.
“It’s pitch-dark. I can’t tell where we are.”
“Let’s go up. We’ll see if our eyes adjust.”
Remi climbed through the hatch, then stepped aside so Sam could join her. He eased the hatch shut and carefully reached out, trying to measure the space. It was roughly four by four feet square. After thirty seconds of standing still their eyes slowly began to adjust and they could make out a thin rectangle of light to their left. Sam crept to the wall and pressed his eye to the gap. He pulled back, frowned, then looked again.
“What?” Remi asked.
“Books,” he whispered. “It’s a bookshelf.”
He felt along the wall and found a recessed wooden latch. He lifted it up, placed his palm against the wall, and gently pushed. Soundlessly the wall swung away from them on hidden hinges, revealing a foot-wide gap. Sam stepped into it and leaned out. He jerked his head back and had no sooner swung the bookcase shut again when a man’s voice said, “Olga, is that you?” Footsteps padded across a rug, paused, then padded in another direction. “Olga . . . ?” Silence for a few seconds, then the sound of water running. The water shut off. Footsteps again, then a door opening and shutting.
Sam pushed the bookcase open again and peeked out. “All clear,” he whispered to Remi. Together they stepped out and shut the bookcase behind them.
They were in a bedroom. Measuring twenty feet on a side, with an adjoining bathroom, the space was furnished in heavy walnut furniture, a massive four-poster bed, and well-worn expensive Turkish rugs.
“What now?” Remi asked.
Sam shrugged. “Let’s spruce up and join the festivities.”
CHAPTER 38
You’re serious, aren’t you?”
“Don’t I look serious?”
“Yes. That’s what worries me.”
“Why?”
“Because it’s nuts, that’s why.”
“There’s a fine line between nuts and ingenious.”
“And an even finer line between ingenuity and idiocy.”
Sam chuckled. “I didn’t see any security guards at the party, did you?”
“No.”
“Which means they’re focused on the perimeter—on keeping people out; the guests have all been vetted and probably frisked. There were sixty or seventy people out there and I didn’t see anyone checking invitations. You know the rule: ‘Look like you belong and you belong.’ ”
“That sounds more like a Sam Fargo-ism than a rule.”
“I like to think they’re one and the same.”
“I know you do.”
“As for the guards, it’s unlikely they’d know us from the King and Queen of England. You think it’s even crossed Bondaruk’s mind that we’d try to invade his home? No chance. His ego is too big for that. Fortune favors the bold, Remi.”
“Another Fargo-ism. And what if the man himself appears?”
“We’ll avoid him. We’ll keep our eyes on the guests. Given Bondaruk’s reputation, they’ll be our best early- warning system. When he’s near they’ll part like a school of fish in shark-infested waters.”
Remi sighed. “How sure are you about this?”
“About what part?”
“All of it.”
Sam smiled and gave her hand a squeeze. “Relax. Worst case, we walk around, get the lay of the land, then come back here and plan our next step.”
Chewing her lip, she thought about it for a moment, then nodded. “Okay, let’s see if Olga is my size.”
The fit wasn’t perfect, but with a few safety pins Remi found in the bathroom she was able to tuck and gather the black V-necked evening gown until only a fashion designer would be able to tell it hadn’t been fitted for her. Remi did the same for Sam’s classic black tuxedo, cinching the waistband and gathering the shirt at the small of his back with a pin. With their faces washed, hair combed, and camouflage coveralls and backpacks safely stashed inside the bookcase, they gave one another a once-over, stuffed Sam’s pockets with a few essential items, then left.
Arm in arm, they started down the hall, which like the bedroom was decorated in somber dark wood, heavy rugs, tapestries, and landscape oil paintings. They counted doors as they walked but stopped after they reached thirty; assuming the room they’d just left wasn’t an aberration, it seemed clear this was Bondaruk’s guest wing.
“One problem,” Remi muttered as they reached the end of the hall and stepped into a high-ceilinged room flanked by a pair of brown granite spiral stairways. The rest of the space was divided into seating areas of well- worn leather chairs and divans. Here and there sconces cast soft pools of light on the walls. Arched doorways to their right and directly ahead led to other parts of the house.
“What problem?” Sam asked.
“Neither of us speaks Russian or Ukrainian.”
“True, but we do speak the international language,” he replied as another couple entered the room and strolled toward them.
“Which is?”
“A smile and a polite nod,” he replied, giving both to the passing couple, who returned the greeting. Once they were out of earshot Sam said, “See there? Magical.”
A waiter appeared before them holding a tray of champagne flutes. They each took one and the waiter disappeared.
“And if someone tries to strike up a conversation?” Remi asked.
“Have a coughing fit. It’s the perfect excuse to slip away.”
“So, which way do we go?”
“West. If his collection is here, that’s where we’ll find it. You have the sketch?”
“In my cleavage.”
“Mmm.”
“Behave yourself.”
“Apologies. Okay, let’s see how close we can get to the secure utility room before we see signs of security. I haven’t seen any cameras yet, have you?”
“No.”
