the Amber Room

him, the possibilities Monika presented were nearly intoxicating. She was tough, but vulnerable. He could master her, of that he was sure. And by doing that he could master the fortune she'd inherit. A dangerous game, granted, but one worth the risks. It helped that Monika was incapable of love. But so was he. They were a perfect match, lust and power all the mastic they would need to bind them permanently.

He slipped off the backpack and found his binoculars. From the safety of a thick stand of poplar trees, he studied the castle's entire length. Blue sky backclothed its silhouette. His gaze angled off to the east. Two cars appeared on the paved road, both winding up the steep incline.

Police cars.

Interesting.

Suzanne dropped a freshly baked cinnamon bun on the china plate and added a dab of raspberry jam. She took a seat at the table, Loring already perched at the far end. The room was one of the castle's smaller dining spaces, reserved for the family. Oak cases filled with Renaissance goblets lined one of the alabaster walls. Another wall was encrusted with Bohemian semiprecious stones that outlined gilded icons of Czech patrons. She and Loring were eating alone, as they did every morning when she was there.

'The Prague newspaper is headlined with the explosion,' Loring said. He folded the newspaper and set it on the table. 'The reporter proposes no theories. Merely states the plane exploded shortly after takeoff, all aboard killed. They do name Fellner, Monika, and the pilots.'

She sipped her coffee. 'I am sorry about Pan Fellner. He was a respectable man. But good riddance to Monika. She would have been a blight to us all, eventually. Her reckless ways would have developed into a problem.'

'I believe you are right, draha.'

She savored a bite of warm bun. 'Perhaps the killing may now end?'

'I certainly hope so.'

'It is a part of my job I do not relish.'

'I would not expect you to.'

'Did my father enjoy it?'

Loring stared at her. 'Where did that come from?'

'I was thinking about him last night. He was so gentle with me. I never knew he possessed such capabilities.'

'Dear, your father did what was necessary. As you do. You are so much like him. He would be proud.'

But she wasn't particularly proud of herself at the moment. Murdering Chapaev and all the others. Would their images linger in her mind forever? She feared they might. And what about her own motherhood? She'd once thought that a part of her future. But after yesterday that ambition might need adjustment. The possibilities now were both endless and exciting. The fact that people died to make it all possible was regrettable, but she could not dwell on it. Not anymore. It was time to move forward and her conscience be damned.

A steward appeared and crossed the terrazzo floor, stopping at the table. Loring glanced up.

'Sir, the police are here and wish to speak with you.'

She glanced at her employer and smiled. 'I owe you a hundred crowns.'

He'd wagered her last evening, on the drive back from Prague, that the police would appear at the castle before ten. It was 9:40.

'Show them in,' Loring said.

A few moments later, four uniformed men strolled briskly into the dining hall.

'Pan Loring,' the lead man said in Czech, 'we are so happy to learn you are well. The tragedy with your jet was awful.'

Loring rose from the table and stepped toward the police. 'We are all in shock. Herr Fellner and his daughter were guests here last evening for dinner. The two pilots have been in my employ many years. Their families live on the estate. I am about to visit their widows. It is tragic.'

'Forgive this intrusion. But we need to ask some questions. Particularly, why this might have happened.'

Loring shrugged. 'I cannot say. Only that my offices reported several threats made against me during the past few weeks. One of my manu-facturing concerns is considering an expansion into the Middle East. We have been involved in some public negotiations there. The callers apparently did not desire my corporate presence in the country. We reported the threats to the Saudis and I can only assume this may be related. Beyond that I cannot say. I never realized I had so violent an enemy.'

'Do you have any information on these calls?'

Loring nodded. 'My personal secretary is familiar with them. I have instructed him to be available today in Prague.'

'My superiors wanted me to assure you that we will get to the bottom of what happened. In the meantime, do you think it wise to reside here without protection?'

'These walls afford me ample security, and the staff has now been alerted. I will be fine.'

'Very well, Pan Loring. Please be aware that we are here if you need us.'

The policemen withdrew. Loring stepped back to the table. 'Your impressions?'

'No reason not to accept what was said. Your connections in the justice ministry should also help.'

'I will place a call later, thanking them for the visit, and pledge full cooperation.'

'The club members should be called personally. Your sorrow clear.'

'Quite right, I'll tend to that now.'

Paul drove the Land Rover. Rachel sat in the front seat, McKoy in the back. The big man had stayed silent most of the way east from Stod. The autobahn had taken them as far as Nurnberg, then a series of two-laned highways wound across the German border into southwestern Czech.

The terrain had become progressively hilly and forested, alternating grain fields and lakes dotting the rolling countryside. Earlier, when he reviewed the road map to determine the fastest route east, he'd noticed Ceske Budejovice, the region's largest town, and recalled a CNN report on its Budvar beer, better known by its German name, Budweiser. The American company by the same name had tried in vain to purchase the namesake, but the townspeople had steadfastly refused the millions offered, proudly noting that they were producing beer centuries before America even existed.

The route into Czech led them through a series of quaint medieval towns, most adorned with either an overlooking castle or battlements with thick stone walls. Directions from a friendly shopkeeper adjusted the route, and it was a little before two o'clock when Rachel spotted Castle Loukov.

The aristocratic fortress was perched on a craggy height above a dense forest. Two polygonal towers and three rounded ones rose high above an outer stone curtain encrusted with shiny mullion windows and dark arrow slits. Casements and semicircular bastions wrapped the gray-white silhouette, and chimneys rose all around. A red, white, and blue flag flapped in the light afternoon breeze. Two wide bars and a triangle. Paul recognized it as the Czech national emblem.

'You almost expect armored knights to come storming out on horseback,' Rachel said.

'Son of a bitch knows how to live,' McKoy said. 'I like this Loring already.'

Paul navigated the Rover up a steep road to what appeared to be the main gate. Huge oak doors reinforced with iron straps were swung open, revealing a paved courtyard. Colorful rosebushes and spring flowers lined the buildings. Paul parked and they climbed out. A gray metallic Porsche sat beside a cream-colored Mercedes.

'Sucker drives good, too,' McKoy said.

'Wonder where the front door is?' Paul asked.

Six separate doors opened to the courtyard from the various buildings. Paul took a moment and studied the dormers, crested gables, and richly patterned half-timbering. An interesting architectural combination of Gothic and baroque, proof, he assumed, of a prolonged construction and multiple human influences.

McKoy pointed and said, 'My guess is that door there.'

The arched oak door was surrounded by pillared ashlars, an elaborate coat of arms etched into the gable surmount. McKoy approached and banged a burnished metal knocker. A steward answered and McKoy politely explained who they were and why they were there. Five minutes later they were seated in a lavish hall. Stag heads, boars, and antlers sprouted from the walls. A fire raged in a huge granite hearth, the long space softly illuminated