“Bree — where are you?” asked Danny.
“We just left the airport. We’re on our way to the Old State Castle.”
“Don’t go there!” Danny was practically shouting. “I just called Zen — something is up there.”
“With Zen?”
“Somebody else answered his phone.”
“Maybe it was Caroline, my niece. She’s traveling with him to watch Teri.”
“Bree, we think the Wolves may be in Prague.”
“I’ll get back to you.”
Breanna killed the line, then dialed Zen’s number. She went to voice mail. She pulled her niece’s cell phone number up from the phone book and tried her. She got her voice mail as well.
“Caroline, this is Bree. Please call me right away.” She hit the End call button. The minister and general were looking at her. “I — there may be a problem at the castle,” she told them. “We’re having trouble contacting my husband there. And my niece.”
She hit the redial and called Caroline again. This time she picked up.
“Aunt Bree, what time is it there?”
“Caroline, is Uncle Jeff there?”
“He’s in the next room,” said Caroline.
“Could you go get him?”
“I think he’s sleeping.”
“He’s always up by now, hon. Could you knock on the door?”
“Hang on.”
“Wait — is Teri there?”
“Yes. She’s sleeping.”
“No I’m not,” said a voice in the background.
“Let me talk to her while you check for Jeff. Hurry, please.”
“OK.”
“Hi, Teri. How are you sweetheart?”
“Mama! How are you?”
“I’m fine, honey. How did you sleep?”
“Very good.”
The car, meanwhile, had arrived at the gate. The general leaned forward and, using English, asked the guard if there had been any trouble.
The guard told him there hadn’t.
They drove through the gate, heading around the main part of the castle toward the hospitality area.
“He’s not answering the door, Aunt Bree,” said Caroline.
“Is the Do Not Disturb sign on his doorknob?”
“No.”
“Which room are you in?”
“Four B.”
“I want you to stay there with Teri, OK?”
“Is something wrong?”
“I don’t think so,” said Breanna slowly. “Just stay there. I’ll call you right back.”
She hung up the phone and turned to the minister. By now she was sure he and the general were wondering if she was crazy and paranoid, or just the latter.
“The person you’re supposed to meet — could you call them?” Breanna asked. “See if they’re OK?”
“Is there a problem?”
“My husband’s not in his room, and someone strange answered his phone,” she said. “There have been threats against NATO ministers.”
“I’m not a NATO minister,” said Dr. Gustov, with the slightest hint of regret.
“I’m sorry, but could you please check?” asked Breanna.
He took out his phone and dialed. The contractor answered on the second ring. They spoke for a moment in English, then he hung up.
“He’s waiting downstairs,” said the minister. “He says there’s nothing wrong.”
“I see,” said Breanna, trying to stifle the uneasy feeling in her stomach. “I’m sure you’re right.”
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The Black Wolf thumbed the End call button.
“They’re entering the courtyard now,” he said over the radio. “Be prepared.”
“Black Wolf, one of the prisoners says you know him,” Blue told him. “He says his name is Zen Stockard. Major Zen Stockard.”
“I don’t know a Zen Stockard,” said the Black Wolf.
As the words left his mouth, a piece of a memory came back, a sharp shard striking the soft flesh of his brain.
He was in the sea… wet… someone was talking to him over a radio.
Zen.
Zen heard footsteps coming toward the door.
“What’d he say?” he demanded.
“That he doesn’t know you. And that if you shout once more, I am to shoot you. And maybe I will shoot you now just for the pleasure.”
“There’s no answer in the restaurant kitchen,” Breanna told the minister. “There should be an answer.”
“Maybe they’re seeing to other guests,” said the general.
Major Krufts, General Josef, and Dr. Gustov got out of the car. Breanna, not sure whether to feel foolish or not, got out as well.
“I wonder if I could attend the sales presentation along with you,” she said, leaning back into the car. “Maybe we might be interested.”
“In Russian upgrades?” asked General Josef.
“We’re always trying to keep on track with what’s going on,” said Breanna.
The general frowned, but the minister remained polite. “I don’t see why not,” he said. “If they will sell to us, they would sell to you. Money is money these days.”
“My husband should come, too,” said Breanna. “He’s on the Senate Appropriations Committee. They have to approve purchases.”
It was a white lie — Zen had nothing to do with appropriations, at least not directly.
“Of course,” said Minister Gustov.
“Could you wait a minute while I go up and get him?”
“We can go as well,” said Gustov.
“Why not?” said the general. “I would like to meet your husband. I have many questions for him.”
“I would like to meet him as well,” said the minister.
“Good. Then we’ll all go,” said Breanna, trying to hide the relief in her voice.
“They’re moving inside. A woman is with them,” said Green, who was watching from the back of the keep. He was dressed as one of the security guards. “One other officer is with the minister and the general — there are
