Solomon.”
“The Blade or Sword of Solomon,” whispered October.
Leon nodded. He drew on his pipe, two streams of smoke leaking out the corners of his mouth. “Kline was ecstatic. He’d been hoping for a higher death rate, but still…fifty percent was promising. So he tried it on another group of a hundred prisoners, half Jewish, half not. That time, two of the gentiles died, and about twenty of the Jews. That’s when Kline realized it made a difference where the Jews were from.”
Tobie shook her head, not understanding. “Why?”
Leon smiled. “Ever hear of the Khazars?”
“No.”
“They were a semi-nomadic people who ruled a huge empire across the Russian steppes and the Caucasus, all the way to the Crimea. During the eighth and ninth centuries, they converted to Judaism. A lot of scholars think that many European Jews-particularly those from Russia and Poland-came from the dispersal of the Khazars, rather than from the original Diaspora.”
“Is that true?”
Leon shrugged. “Truth and politics make uncomfortable bedfellows. Just to suggest such a thing is enough to send certain people into fits. But there are two professors here at Tel Aviv University who refuse to be silenced- one a historian, the other a linguist.”
Pushing up from his chair, Leon shuffled off, to return a moment later with a small stack of well-thumbed books he set on the table before Tobie. “Recent genetic testing of mitochondrial DNA has been very suggestive. But who knows? Future testing may show something else.”
“What do you think?”
Leon shrugged. “I think there has to be some reason why I’m alive today to tell you about all this.”
“You were one of those exposed?”
He lowered himself stiffly back into his chair. “Yes.”
“This Dr. Kline,” said Jax. “What happened to him at the end of the war?”
“It’s hard to say. The last days were so chaotic. Everyone was starving. Not just the people in the camps, but the villagers and the soldiers, too. There was a terrible outbreak of typhus in all the camps, but because of the Allied blockade, we had no medicine to treat it. As the Russian army advanced, the Germans started moving inmates from the eastern camps, sending them to Dachau. New trains were arriving every day, but their boxcars were full of dead or dying prisoners.”
“From the typhus?”
“Mainly, yes. It was horrible-like something from the Apocalypse.” He tightened his grip on the bowl of his pipe, his gaze lost in the distance. “At that point, there was no one left to bury them. The bodies just piled up. I still remember the day the American infantry liberated the camp. They took one look at those piles of emaciated corpses, and rounded up every German guard in the camp-about five hundred of them-and shot them.”
“The Dachau Massacre,” said Jax.
Leon nodded. “Some of those guards were sadistic bulvons. But most of them were just kids. Scared kids, drafted into the army and doing what they were told. The ones the Americans should have shot-men like Martin Kline-are the ones who got away.”
Jax leaned forward. “You’ve no idea what happened to him?”
“I heard he fled east, to the Russians. But who knows?”
Jax met Tobie’s gaze, but said nothing.
Leon glanced from one to the other. “Why are you asking me about all this, James?”
“You know I can’t tell you that, Leon.”
Leon let out a long sigh that shook his narrow chest. “It’s still out there, isn’t it? That pathogen…whatever it is. It’s still out there, and someone has it. Someone who’s planning to use it.”
When Jax didn’t answer, Leon raised one shaky hand to rub his eyes, and his voice broke. “God help us all.”
57
The call from Andrei came through about ten minutes later. Excusing himself, Jax retreated to a small chamber on the far side of the courtyard.
The Russian came straight to the point. “Remember that boy you were interested in?”
“Stefan Baklanov?”
“That’s him.”
“You found him?”
“Not exactly. But we picked up someone who appears to have been looking for him. A Chechen by the name of Borz Zakaev.”
Jax glanced toward the courtyard, where October was drinking peppermint tea with Ginsburg’s Islamic wife. He said, “Has this guy told you anything?”
“Not yet. But we’re working on him. It shouldn’t take long.”
Jax knew what that meant. Once, the Russian use of “enhanced interrogation techniques” had helped brand the Communists as bad guys. But after the last few years, the West had kinda lost the high road on that subject.
He said, “Listen, Andrei: have you ever heard of a Nazi doctor named Kline? Martin Kline? There’s a good possibility he was picked up by the Russians at the end of the war.”
“Kline.” There was a pause. “Never heard of him. Why?”
Jax didn’t even hesitate; he needed the Russian’s cooperation, which meant that now was not the time to pussyfoot with the truth. “I’m beginning to think U-114’s hazardous cargo wasn’t exactly what we thought it was.”
Andrei’s voice sharpened. “This Kline…what was his specialty?”
“Biological warfare.”
“I don’t like the sound of this, Jax.”
“Neither do I.”
Andrei said, “There’s an Aeroflot flight leaving Ben-Gurion Airport for Moscow at two A.M., with connections on to Kaliningrad. Be on it.”
“What makes you think we can trust this guy?” asked October as their flight backed away from the terminal at Ben-Gurion. Around them, the lights of the airport lit up the night with a sulfurous glow.
Jax looked up from tightening his seat belt. “You mean Andrei? What makes you think I trust him?”
She made an incoherent noise deep in her throat. “Then why are we going to Russia?”
“Because Halloween is less than twenty-four hours away, and we’re running out of options.”
“You can’t seriously think the Russians are behind this?”
“The Russian government, no. Some other interests in Russia, very possibly.”
She was silent for a moment. “I don’t understand how anyone could do something like this. How could you deliberately unleash a plague you know is going to kill millions? Who could hate that much?”
“A lot of people hate that much. Look at what the Russians did to Kaliningrad. What the Turks did to Izmir. What Hitler did to the Jews.”
“But that all happened a long time ago.”
“Not that long ago. Remember Sabra and Shatila? There’s been a lot of anti-Arab and anti-Muslim bigotry whipped up in the last few years. Not just in the States, but in Europe and Russia and China, too. That kind of stuff turns ugly in a hurry.”
“But this disease won’t just kill Arab Muslims. It’ll kill Arab Christians, and Jews.”
“Another perennially favorite target. And as for the Arab Christians-” He pushed his carry-on bag further under the seat ahead of him. “Most people don’t even know they exist.” He paused. “I suppose it’s one way to solve the Middle East crises.”
