A Divided Spy. Чарльз Камминг

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СКАЧАТЬ that he was concerned about Riedle’s wellbeing. He imagined the moment when he would have to tell the German the truth about ‘Dmitri’. To break his heart still further by revealing that the man with whom he had fallen in love and shared three of the most exciting and turbulent years of his life was, in fact, a Russian intelligence officer. Riedle would have to come to terms not only with the loss of Dmitri, but also with the realization that he had been lied to and manipulated, again and again – not least by Kell himself. And to what end? To satisfy Kell’s desire for vengeance? To recruit Minasian so that he could take him in triumph to Amelia, dropping an SVR officer at her feet like a dog with a captured bird? There was no guarantee that Riedle would even agree to assist SIS in any operation against Minasian. Certainly he harboured great anger and resentment towards his former lover, but Kell was in no doubt that if ‘Dmitri’ returned, asking to be understood and forgiven, Riedle would take him back in an instant. Far from Kell’s options opening up in the wake of the discovery of the email exchange, they were shutting down.

      He went into the sitting room and retrieved the laptop.

      Mowbray had not signed out of Riedle’s email account. Kell felt the aspirin and the whisky working through him as he looked more closely at the screen. There were no longer three messages in the inbox. There were four. At some point in the previous two hours, Alexander Minasian had responded.

      Kell clicked on the message.

      I have been thinking about your letters to me. There is a great deal that I violently disagree with, but I cannot ignore the fact that you feel very angry and upset with me. For this, I want to say sorry.

      This is not a justification, but an explanation: I honestly believed it would be better for you if I was not in contact with you, reappearing in your mind. I limited myself to brief emails. I thought it was better to remove all emotion.

      I will be in England from 29 or 30 June until 2 July, staying at our place. You obviously have very strong feelings about the way I behaved. I would be happy to meet and talk. I believe that many of the things you have written are dishonest and unfair. If I had not written this message to you, you would have even stronger feelings in that respect. If you leave a note for me in the usual way, I will try to come and see you. I hope that my schedule will permit this.

      Kell read the email three times. Minasian was coming to London. He was reaching out to Riedle, seemingly trying to make amends. Perhaps much of what Riedle had said was true. The two men really had been in love. They had shared something that was proving impossible to break. Certainly Minasian’s message did not fit with the personality type Kell had constructed in his mind. Sociopaths did not say sorry. Narcissists did not take into consideration the feelings or the circumstances of their victims. Or, rather, they did so only if they required something from them in terms of their own continued wellbeing. Was it possible that Minasian was having second thoughts about his reconciliation with Svetlana?

      Kell read the email a fourth time, immediately drawing an opposite conclusion. There was no suggestion of reconciliation in the message, only a desire on Minasian’s part not to be regarded as unfeeling or cruel. A determination, in other words, to influence Riedle’s emotions. Minasian’s principal driver was power. He needed to exercise control even over the denouement of their relationship.

      Thirsty for another whisky, Kell poured himself a second Talisker and resolved to think practically; to stop trying to understand every nuance of Minasian’s personality and to put a particular spin or interpretation on his behaviour based on insufficient evidence. Yet he was feeling the long night of drinking. A dangerous combination of adrenaline and stubbornness was threatening to cloud Kell’s judgment. He convinced himself that his best course of action was to reply to the email immediately, masquerading as Riedle. He felt that he could easily recreate the German’s style and syntax. He would extract the name of Minasian’s favourite hotel from Riedle in the morning, instruct Elsa or Mowbray to block his access to the account, then arrange to meet ‘Dmitri’ in London. It would be a classic false flag operation.

      To that end, Kell created a blank document and began to compose his reply. Before he did so, he took the sealed packet of Winston Lights from the drawer beside his bed, opened the sitting-room window and lit his first cigarette in over six months. The nicotine worked on him with the snap of an amphetamine; he gasped at the pleasure of the first drag, inhaling deeply as the smoke filled his chest. He tapped the ash into his now empty whisky glass, balanced the cigarette on the end of the table, and began to type.

      I am so happy to hear from you, Dmitri.

      Kell saw that he had already made a mistake. At no point, in any of the drafts, had either man used the other’s name. Anonymity was paramount. He deleted ‘Dmitri’, took another drag from the cigarette, and continued.

      I am so happy to hear from you. Thank you for your kind message. Of course I will come to London!

      Kell looked at what he had written. He wondered if it sounded like Riedle. The German had used exclamation marks in his own messages, but perhaps this one was misplaced. Kell removed it. A curl of smoke drifted up into his eyes, stinging them.

      I am so happy to hear from you. Thank you for your kind message. Of course I will come to London. I will travel over on the 28th and stay until the end of the month. Let’s sit down and talk about everything. It will make me so joyful to see you.

      Kell double-clicked on the paragraph and copied it from the document. He would paste his reply into an encrypted email for Minasian to read in the morning.

      He took a last drag of the Winston and dropped the butt into the glass. He had not enjoyed the second half of the cigarette. His mouth was dry and there was now a taste on his tongue like the surface of a road. Kell knew, without quite being able to admit it to himself, that he was drunk. He looked at his watch. It was twenty to four in the morning.

      Take a break, he told himself. Think.

      He went into the kitchen and ran the cold tap. Kell had intended to pour himself a glass of water, but instead cupped the water in his hands and threw it against his face so that his neck and the front of his shirt became soaked and cold.

      He needed to stop. He had no control. He was not leaving himself open to chance or to basic human error. What if Riedle woke up at five and checked the account, desperate for a sign of life from Minasian? What if he saw what Kell was intending to send?

      Kell went back into the sitting room and deleted the document. He marked Minasian’s email as ‘Unread’, turned off the MacBook, returned to his bedroom and swallowed two more aspirin. He was exhausted. He was so determined to find Minasian that he had been prepared to jeopardize everything just to gain a minuscule advantage of time. There was only one sensible way to proceed; to allow Riedle to respond to Minasian’s invitation and then to track him to London.

      Kell returned to the bedroom, relieved that he had not been foolish enough to send the email. He fell asleep almost immediately to the sound of a child sobbing in a neighbouring apartment.

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