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People Who Walk In Darkness ir-15

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by Stuart M. Kaminsky


  “Time?” asked Rostnikov.

  “A few minutes after two.”

  “I must go. The airplane is waiting.”

  Rostnikov rose. This time his leg cooperated fully.

  Maybe it was the real beginning of a cordiality, if not a friendship, between man and man-made.

  “I will walk out with you,” said Fyodor, also rising.

  “No,” said Rostnikov.

  Fyodor understood.

  “There will be no more smuggling of diamonds from the mine,” said Rostnikov.

  “No more.”

  “Good.”

  That was all. No good-byes. Porfiry Petrovich left the room.

  Back in his room in Moscow, Emil Karpo turned on the light, unpacked his bag, placed it on the shelf of his closet, and sat down at his desk to transcribe his notes into the latest black leather-bound journal.

  Winter was coming. Cold comforted. The night wind rattled the single window.

  After less than an hour, his eyes began to burn, and the neat block letters he wrote in dark ink began to blur. He would soon be needing glasses. It was inevitable.

  A scratching sound at the door. Karpo rubbed the bridge of his nose, wiping away the moisture that had formed in the corner of his eyes.

  He did not hurry. The scratching did not stop. He crossed the room and, fingers of his right hand placed around the gun in the holster at his belt, opened the door.

  The black cat limped in and moved to the cot.

  Emil Karpo closed the door.

  Paulinin had been particularly busy the past week. He had greeted, spoken to, and probed new bodies. He had to completely clean the laboratory tables each time a new arrival appeared.

  For some reason that Paulinin did not wish to or bother to explore, he felt that something somber from Beethoven was in order. And so something somber for orchestra by Beethoven was playing now as he rubbed the bridge of his nose, scratched an itch on his cheek, and scrubbed his hands in the sink. The water was scalding hot. Paulinin wanted it that way.

  And then he turned to the naked man on the table who had a particularly disruptive gunshot wound in his forehead. Paulinin had looked at the man’s wallet. It contained no money. They never did. Someone along the line had made no effort to resist temptation. What did remain was a driver’s license, which identified the dead man as Vladimir Kolokov.

  Cymbals crashed behind Paulinin, who looked down at the dead man and said, “Let us see where you have been, Vladimir. From the look of your body, the tattoos of prison death, the scars of old and recent wounds. .”

  Paulinin reached down to explore the wound in the dead man’s hand with a long finger.

  “. . you are, like so many of those who pass through this room, definitely one of the people who walk in darkness.”

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