Havana Bay

'Why would he run?'

'You'd have to ask him, but people stay away from police investigations if they can.'

'Would you know his cap?'

'Of course.'

As Arkady reached for the cap a breeze flipped it onto the water, where it floated in and out until an undertow dragged it under. At the same time, the spools on the shaft ran out and kite and hook cords flew into the air and could have been strings to the sun for all the chance of retrieving them.

It was January. In Moscow, the water would have been frozen and he could have walked out and picked up the hat, Arkady told himself. In Moscow, kites didn't carry hooks, black dolls didn't run from house to house and people might fall under wheels but they didn't turn into shovels, that was another difference.

Chapter Thirteen

Ofelia found Renko at the Malecon apartment. After he placed a chair against the door he led her down the hall to the office, where the computer monitor told a tale that was sad but true.

American attempts on the life of the Cuban Head of State have included the use of exploding cigars, exploding seashells, poison pens, poison pills, poison diving suits, poison sugar, poison cigars, midget submarines, snipers, bounties. They have employed Cubans, Cuban-Americans, Venezuelans, Chileans, Angolans, American gangsters. Cuban Security has investigated 600 plots against the President's life. The CIA has tried to introduce hallucinogenic sprays into television studios where the President was broadcasting and depilatory powders to make his beard fall out. For these reasons, the President continues to make use of a number of secure residences and never announces his schedule in advance.

'You found Pribluda's password.' 'Wasn't that brilliant of me?' he said.» This was entered January 5, the next to last file Pribluda entered, and I have to ask myself, what has this got to do with sugar?'

'It's nothing that any Cuban doesn't know. The life of the Comandante is always at risk.'

'The day before he disappears, maybe the day before he dies, Sergei Pribluda gets the urge to write a short history of assassination attempts?'

'Apparently. He was a spy. Why are you interested?'

'I'm fishing with the Cuban method, setting hooks everywhere.'

Ofelia had showered at home and come in jeans, a shirt tied at the midriff, sensible sandals, floppy straw bag over her shoulder, but she maintained a professional attitude.» Did you find a photograph of Pribluda for Dr. Bias?'

'No.'

'But you have been busy.' New and old maps of Havana printed by the Ministry of Tourism, Rand McNally and Texaco covered the desk.

'A cultural visit to the ballet, a pleasant drive on the Malecon. You?'

'I have other cases, no?' She regarded Pribluda's computer.» This machine is on Cuban territory.'

'Ah, but the memory of this machine, that is purely Russian.' Like a virtuoso of the keyboard, he exited the file, shut off the computer and, as screen and room went dark, said, 'Useless without the code.'

'You don't have the authority, the language or background to investigate here.'

'I'd hardly call what I'm doing investigating. But then, you're not either.'

It was not easy to control her temper around this man. She opened the bag and brought out a screwdriver, screws and slide bolt. The screwdriver was hers, but it had taken her an hour at the flea market outside the Central Train Station to find the bolt and screws.

'I brought you this for the door.'

'Thank you, that's very thoughtful. Let me pay.'

'A gift from the Cuban people.' She thrust them into his hands.

'I insist.'

'I insist more.'

'Then, thank you. I will sleep like a babe. Better than a babe, a bivalve.'

Whatever that meant, she thought.

After screwing in the bolt and latch, Renko celebrated what he called his 'heightened sense of security' by opening a bottle of Pribluda's rum and taking a tray of Pribluda's pickles, mushrooms and other Russian indi- gestibles on a tray out to the balcony. Sitting in an aluminum chair, she scanned the street for danger while he basked in a half-moon that balanced at the end of a silver path across the water. The beam from Morro Castle swept the air, and the occasional Lada rattled by like a drum set being delivered. Jineteras in all hues of spandex cruised the seawall. An old man sold carrots from a briefcase that Renko pointed out looked identical with Pribluda's plastic briefcase and Ofelia said was of Cuban manufacture. A neumdtico out for night fishing carried a huge, inflated inner tube, making his way like a two-legged snail bearing his shell. Bikers raced on the pavement, and she saw a boy swoop by a tourist and snatch the woman's handbag off her shoulder so neatly that she spun around searching the ground while he crossed the boulevard and darted up a side street. PNRs arrived to play out the drama, the tourist turned, disillusioned, to her hotel, and the equilibrium of the Malec6n reestablished itself. Night divers climbed up the rocks, flashlights in one hand and squid in the other. Small dogs fought over the carcasses of gulls. Men drank from paper bags. Couples tucked into the night shadows of the pillars of the wall.

From the portal below came a slow country son, a poem by Guillen adapted to a six-stringed guitar.» Maria Belen, Maria Belen, Maria Belen, watching your hips roll and sway from Camaguey to Santiago, from Santiago to Camaguey'

Renko lit a cigarette.» Actually, Sergeant Luna seems to have forgotten about me. He didn't seem the forgetful type. Good rum.'

'Cuba is known for its rum. Did you know the computer password the first time I brought you here?'

'No.'

Ofelia hadn't thought so, which meant that he had found it since he had moved into the apartment, although she herself had looked everywhere when she dusted the place for prints. She controlled the impulse to glance back at the apartment and was aware of him watching her do just that.

'I've been thinking. Maybe it would be safer if you went to the embassy and stayed there under guard.'

'Ruin my Caribbean vacation? Oh, no.'

Even in poor light she saw the scab and bandage at his hairline. She felt unaccountably responsible for his state of health and infuriated, as usual, by the way he twisted a conversation.

'But you still claim that the sergeant attacked you? You think there is a conspiracy against you?'

'Oh, no, that would be crazy. I would say, however, after Rufo and Luna, a hint of animosity.'

'Rufo is one thing,' she maintained.» The accusation that an officer would attack you is an effort to paint Cuba a backward country.'

'Why? It could certainly happen in Russia. The Russian senate is full of Mafia. They regularly assault each other with clubs, chairs, guns.'

'Not in Cuba. I think you imagined Luna.'

'I imagined the sergeant wears Air Jordans?'

'Then why hasn't he come back?'

'I don't know. Maybe because of you.'

She wasn't sure how to take that.

Renko said, 'You told me Dr. Bias was honest, and if he said the heart muscle of the man you pulled from the bay shows signs of cardiac arrest, the doctor is telling the truth?'

'If he says so.'

'Let's say I do believe him. What I don't believe is that a healthy man has a heart attack for no reason. If he was out on the water and hit by lightning, that would be a different matter. Shouldn't Bias examine the body for signs of a bolt?'

'Anything else?' She meant to be sarcastic.

'You could find who Rufo talked to between the time he let me off and when he came back to kill me. Check