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I shook my head, but not in disbelief. “Well that’s really something.”
“Nobody was more surprised than me,” she said, pretending that it was true, which it obviously wasn’t. She’d turned on her own husband to get ahead, and when that had fallen apart, she’d covered her own ass better than anybody. She had great instincts and wonderful reflexes. Why wouldn’t they promote her?
“So how’s your husband?” I asked, since there was still this five-month gap in my knowledge of anything that had happened outside the frozen wasteland called Camp 18.
“He’s fine. After you left, a new lawyer was appointed.”
“Yeah, I know. How’d he do?”
“You left him a birthday gift. We brought Eddie Golden over to the headquarters and made him listen to your tape. We were very blunt. We told him we could no longer support the charges of treason or murder. He wasn’t happy.”
“I’ll bet,” I said, trying to swallow my disappointment at missing that particular meeting. Of all the unfair things about this case, that was the most painful. I’d earned the right to see the blood drain from Eddie’s face as he realized what a horse’s ass he looked like after all those leaks and briefings to the press about Morrison. That’s the thing about laying it all out for the public the way he had. When your face appears on the cover of People magazine, you better deliver.
“After that,” Mary continued, “a deal was worked out. Bill was allowed to retire as a major general in return for his confession on adultery.”
“As a major general? But he was only on the list. He never even wore the stars.”
She sort of dipped her head. “We wanted the deal very badly, and Bill was furious about this whole thing. We all agreed he had a right to be mad. We were willing to offer him a concession or two.”
I was suddenly suspicious. “And why’d you want a deal so badly?”
She stopped looking at my bookshelf. She stared out the window instead, anywhere but at my accusatory eyes. “Because of the way we had to explain this, Sean. The story we eventually released was that we thought we had an impeccable source in Moscow. He made some grand claims and we believed him. We paid him a great deal of money to turn over certain documents we thought were authentic. Only later did we learn that he was a forger and the documents were fake. There was no traitor.”
“You’re shitting me!” I yelled.
She acted like I hadn’t said anything. “It was embarrassing for the Agency to have to admit it had been gulled by a common thief, but we stomached it. It was a damned sight better than the real story.”
“And why is it better?”
She finally turned around and faced me. “Because for fifty years, we and the Russians were pointing tens of thousands of nuclear warheads at each other. Because the current situation might not be perfect, but it’s a massive improvement over the past. We’re talking about cutting our nuclear arsenals in half. They’re working with us on ending terrorism. Together, we’re looking at hundreds of ways to cooperate and make the world safer and more peaceful. A whole new partnership is being born. Don’t you get it?”
“And what about Viktor and his plot? That doesn’t bother you?”
“Sean, for somebody so smart, you can miss the most obvious things. Look at it practically. He ended Communism. He ushered in a democracy. Do you think we and the Russians would be having the discussions we’re having today if the old system was still in place? He’s made the world a much better and safer place. We’re not going to complain about how he did it. That’s ancient history. The important thing is the future.”
I stared hard at her for a few moments. She stared right back. And slowly, reluctantly, even painfully, it dawned on me. I didn’t want to admit it, but it was true. If you looked at it practically, she was right. His motive and means might’ve been pathetic, but in the grand scheme of things, that was irrelevant.
Mary turned back and lifted a book off the shelf. She opened it halfway and acted like she was glancing at the pages. “The point is, Sean, we got you back, and we expect you to honor your deal. Everybody’s happy, so don’t upset the apple cart.”
“Well, there’s still a bit of a problem.”
“And what’s that?”
“It’s the little matter of the five months you all left me rotting in a Russian prison camp. Imelda told you to get me out of there a week after I disappeared. Why didn’t you?”
She was still staring inside that book. “Oh, that. Don’t blame the Agency. And don’t blame Sergeant Pepperfield, either. Trust me, we don’t ever want to have to deal with that woman again.” She looked up from the book and finally looked directly at me. “It was you. You gave us no choice.”
“How’s that?” I asked, sounding angry, because I was.
“Sean, this thing had to be cleaned up. The wrangling with Golden and with Bill, and getting the right story out to the public, that took time. We considered the stakes, and your stubborness, and decided it was best to leave you there until everything was taken care of.”
“It was that cold?”
She ignored this. “We had to be sure that even once you were back you couldn’t climb up on some self-righteous horse and do any damage. If you walk out that door right now and hold a press conference, it won’t work. The bodies have all been buried, Alexi and Katrina have disappeared, and we have the last of the tapes. Don’t be angry, Sean, just accept it. Put it behind you.”
This was obviously the point of her visit. She’d been sent over here by her bosses to ascertain whether I’d be cooperative or not. They were still using her to use me. I spent another moment acting like a potted plant, long enough that she knew she had me. Her intuition about me always had been right on the mark. She closed the book and slipped it back on the shelf. She finally turned and faced me.
“I’ve given a lot of thought to us. It would never work, would it?”
“No, I don’t guess it would,” I admitted. “But one question.”
“What?”
“Why’d you marry that bastard in the first place? Why did you dump me?”
I don’t think she expected me to ask that. She looked confused for a brief span. Then no longer confused, just mildly embarrassed. “Sean, marrying you was never in the cards. I’m sorry. We’re too… different.”
She patted me on the cheek and left, closing the door quietly behind her. I stared at the doorknob. The truth is, sometimes what you think is true really is the furthest thing from it. Like Yurichenko. If you stare through the prism from one angle, he’s a monstrously bad man. But if you turn that prism just slightly to the right, he deserves a Nobel Peace Prize.
I’d always thought losing Mary was the worst thing that ever happened to me. When a woman is that beautiful, it makes it damned hard to turn that prism. You don’t really want to find the imperfections.
I had only one more thing to do. I made a few calls and then took a shower, got dressed, and drove to my office. Then I drove across the river and into Washington, over to Eddie’s imposing office building. I took the elevator up to the twelfth floor and was gratified to see there were no more guards with Uzis. Eddie’s artifices were being taken away. Too bad-Eddie lived for the trappings.
I walked down the same hallways I’d been down all those months before. There was no noise or activity in the offices. Boxes were stacked everywhere, apparently waiting to be picked up and trucked to a secure storage facility where nobody would be allowed to see them for fifty years. The whole place had that mood of a carnival that was closing down and getting ready to move on to the next town.
The ringmaster was seated in the conference room when I opened the door and looked in.
“Afternoon, Drummond,” he said, staring at me curiously, obviously wondering why I’d asked him to meet me here.
I grinned. “Hey, Eddie. Tough luck the way this whole thing turned out, huh?”
“It wasn’t my fault,” he immediately snapped. “They tossed me the wrong man. It was their fuckup
, not mine.”
“That’s one way to look at it. I just wanted to drop by and leave you something to remember me by.” I tossed the baseball bat at his feet. It had been snapped in half.
He was still sputtering curses when I walked out. See, the thing with life is, you win a few and you lose a few, and if you don’t relish the few you win, well, then you go crazy. I’ve always been an optimist at heart, anyway. I mean, there’s plenty of girls other than Mary, right? And my stomach was still filled with all that Morton’s steak and lobster that the U.S. government even paid for. Plus I was back to sleeping in my own bed, without anybody stealing my blanket. Now I ask you: How could it get any better than that?
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