Название: Moscow USA
Автор: Gordon Stevens
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Приключения: прочее
isbn: 9780007484898
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‘Either that or someone tipped him off.’
Gerasimov and Jameson were still out. They had a meeting with Kosygin this evening, they told Riley; like to put it on record in case there were any comebacks; like to get the company’s and ConTex’s go-ahead. Decision by six, Riley told them.
Alexei Kosygin replaced the phone and sat back in the leather executive chair he had had flown in from Berlin. The office was situated on an upper floor of the Intourist Hotel, at the end looking toward Red Square and the Kremlin. It was modern – computer, fax, shredder, three telephones, plus concealed drinks cabinet. It was also relatively secure, minders in the outer office, where his two secretaries sat, and reinforced doors.
He swung in the chair and punched Vorkov’s direct number at Yasenevo. There was no answer. He pressed the button for another line and punched the number of the cellphone. Felix Vorkov answered three seconds later.
‘It’s Alexei. The thing you mentioned last night. They’ve been in touch. I’m meeting them tonight.’
Vorkov was relaxed, as if it didn’t matter. Plus the fact that cellphones were still notoriously insecure. ‘Fine. I’ll be in touch tomorrow.’
Kosygin pressed the button for another line and called the second cellphone.
‘Yuri, it’s Alexei. Slight change of plan for tonight … Yeah, the Tokyo …’
He called the next number.
‘Olga. It’s Alexei. Change of plan for this evening. We’ll go to the Tokyo first.’ Olga knew the score and did what she was told. ‘Tell Tanya.’
So what else, who else? Because tonight was a game, and Kosygin liked games. He called the next number, spoke to the secretary, and was put through.
‘It’s Alexei. Wondered what you were doing this evening. It’s Yuri’s last night in town for a couple of weeks.’
‘Alexei, last night was Yuri’s last in town.’
‘Apparently he was delayed; he phoned me this morning.’
‘Who else is coming?’
‘Couple of girls, Olga and Tanya.’
‘You playing one of your games, Alexei?’
‘What makes you think I’m playing a game?’
‘Because I know you.’
‘So you want in?’
‘Sure.’
At five Kincaid made contact with the first of the girls named by Pearce in London. They can’t make tonight – he flicked the phone to mute and told Sherenko; she suggests tomorrow evening.
Sherenko looked across the desk. ‘Where?’
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