Read No Time for Heroes Online
Authors: Brian Freemantle
âWhen is Petr Aleksandrovich's body being returned?' she demanded at once.
âWe don't know,' said Danilov.
âIsn't that why you're here?'
âWe're assisting the American authorities in their investigation.'
Her attitude changed slightly, into uncertainty. âYou think I can help?'
âCan you?'
âHow?'
She moved to a low couch, directly in front of the window, and took a cigarette from a black malacca box on the side table, carefully fitting it into a stubby holder. Danilov saw the cigarette was American, like so much else in the room. The television and an extensive stereo system were imported, linked to the fluctuating Moscow electricity supply by heavy transformers: Danilov guessed the furnishings, the curtains, the rugs, and maybe even the suite and the tables, came from America as well.
âYour husband was murdered.'
âI know that. Shot.' There was the slightest tremor in the hand holding the cigarette, a hint of distress, but her voice was even.
âSo was a Swiss financier. Petr Aleksandrovich dined with him, the night they were both killed.'
âI read that, in the newspapers.'
âDid you know your husband was meeting a man named Michel Paulac, on the 19th?'
âI have been here in Moscow for three weeks.'
âSo you did not know of the appointment?' persisted Danilov.
âNo.'
Beside Danilov, Pavin was recording every word: Danilov had always been intrigued by the quick neatness of the note-taking from such a large man. âDid you know Michel Paulac?'
âNo.'
âYour husband never spoke of him?'
âNo.'
âWere you aware your husband associated with criminals?'
âWhat?' The woman's voice was angrily loud.
Danilov repeated the question.
âThat's an absurd thing to ask me!'
âThere are peculiarities about the killing.'
Raisa Serova stubbed out her cigarette but lit another immediately. Not looking at either of them, she said: âPetr Aleksandrovich was a diplomat, performing a duty for his country. He was a respectable, honest man. My husband did not know criminals. Nor associate with criminals. I resent the question and I am offended by it. I shall complain to the Ministry about your impudence! Get out!'
Neither Danilov nor Pavin moved.
âI have come here with the knowledge of both the Foreign and Interior Ministries,' said Danilov. âYou can obviously appreciate the international implications of what has happened. It is not my intention to offend or distress you: I am merely asking questions that have to be asked ⦠asked in the hope of arresting whoever killed Petr Aleksandrovich.'
Raisa Serova said nothing. Danilov sat, waiting, still making no move to leave. The impasse was broken by a muffled call from somewhere within the apartment. Without speaking, the woman left the room. Danilov and Pavin remained where they were, also silent.
When she came back she said: âMy mother is unwell. Terminally.' She wasn't outraged any more.
âPetr Aleksandrovich had been in Washington a long time?'
âYes.'
âHow did those extensions of duty come about?'
âInstructions from the Foreign Ministry here.'
âPetr Aleksandrovich did not not request them?'
She laughed at the naivety. âEverybody tries to extend in America: there's no point in asking!'
âHe liked it there?'
âHe was popular. Did his job well: that's why he was kept on.'
Without the guidance of the Foreign Office personnel file, and still seeking a link between the two murders, Danilov said: âHad your husband ever served in the Swiss legation?'
âNo.'
âAnywhere in Europe?'
âParis. It was his posting before Washington.'
Close enough, thought Danilov. âWhere else had he served?'
âCaracas.' She shuddered. âVenezuela is not an agreeable place.'
âThere must have been a lot of socialising, as a cultural attaché?'
âYes.'
âDid you attend functions with your husband?'
âIt is seen as a joint posting, although I did not have any official diplomatic status.'
Danilov thought she would have performed the role very well. âSo you and he discussed his work?'
She frowned. âHe would tell me of events coming up: warn me in advance when I might have to attend.'
âDid you keep matching diaries?'
Raisa Serova hesitated, looking directly at him. âYes.'
âWhere is yours?'
The hesitation this time was longer, and Danilov guessed she was considering rejecting the inference of the question. But she got up and briefly left the room again, returning with a long but handbag-sized diary. Like everything else, it was American. She offered it to him without speaking.
The space for the 19th was blank: the only entries for a week prior and the period after related to her return to Moscow. There were two doctor's appointments listed.
âThere was no purpose in matching our diaries when I was not in Washington,' she said, anticipating the question.
âHow many diaries did your husband keep?'
âTwo; one at the embassy, another at the flat. One was the duplicate of the other. Petr Aleksandrovich was extremely efficient.'
âDid you speak by telephone after your return?'
âTwice, I think. Maybe three times.'
âHow did Petr Aleksandrovich seem?'
There was another frowning hesitation. âAs he always seemed. Quite normal.'
âHe did not mention the intended meeting with Michel Paulac?'
âI have already told you, no!'
âYou told me you did not know of an appointment,' corrected Danilov. âNot that there had been no conversation about the man.'
âI said my husband had never spoken of him,' she reminded, correcting his correction.
Now it was Danilov who hesitated. âDo you know ⦠can you imagine ⦠any reason why Petr Aleksandrovich should have met a Swiss financier? And why he should have been killed in the manner in which he was: in the manner in which they both were?'
The woman stared at him in open-eyed amazement. âHow could I!'
âYou must be bewildered by it, then?'
âI am.'
âBut you haven't tried to understand how or why he should have been meeting this man?'
âThere is no way I can undersand. It's a mystery.'
âPlease don't misconstrue this question,' warned Danilov in advance. âBut did your husband have friends or acquaintances you did not know about?'
âHe must have done, mustn't he? I did not know of this man.'
âI meant others.'
âDo you mean women?'
Was he expressing himself badly, or was she making it difficult? âI mean do you think, this having happened, that Petr Aleksandrovich knew and met people, male
or
female, whose acquaintance he kept from you?'
âIt's possible. If I didn't know I
wouldn't
know, would I? There were things that happened at the embassy which would have involved people I had no right to know about.'
This was becoming a perpetual circle, decided Danilov. âWill you be returning to Washington?'
She looked uncertain. âI haven't thought about it. I suppose I shall have to, to close up the apartment.'
Which had been the point of his question: he wanted the chance to get into Massachusetts Avenue before Raisa Serova did. There had been outrage and protests from the Americans at his entering the Moscow apartment of the politician's niece before them. The angriest outburst had been from the FBI man they'd eventually identified as the killer: they would never have proved it if the man had got there ahead of him. âYou haven't made any arrangements?'
âI thought the funeral would have been first.' There was a pause before she said: âHave you had any contact with American investigators about this?'
âVery briefly.'
âWhat do they say? What do they think?'
âThey don't have any theories.'
âThe newspapers said you've worked with the Americans before?'
âYes?' said Danilov, curiously.
âAre they good? This man they named, Cowley, is he good?'
âThey have some extremely sophisticated methods of investigation, scientifically. Cowley is a very clever detective.'
Raisa Serova nodded, as if she were receiving confirmation of something she already knew. âSo they will find the killer?'
âI would expect so.'
âWill he die? Be executed, I mean.'
âI don't know,' admitted Danilov. âThe laws are different, from state to state.' And the District of Columbia wasn't a state anyway: he didn't feel it was necessary to qualify.
Appearing to retreat inside herself, the woman said: âI loved him. Now I don't have him any more.'
The abrupt outburst surprised him. Danilov could not think of anything to say.
âMaybe, if I had been in Washington, he wouldn't have had the meeting that night? Wouldn't have died.'
Danilov was familiar with the âwhat if' speculation of the bereaved. âIt happened,' he said, gently. âHe's dead.'
âYes.'
Danilov handed her a card: he'd already handwritten on the back the direct number into his new office. âIf you think of anything, call me.'
Raisa Serova stared down at the card, then up at Danilov. âThere won't be anything.'
The Foreign Ministry personnel file on Petr Aleksandrovich Serov was waiting when Danilov returned to Petrovka. It was far more detailed than Danilov had expected. It confirmed, with the years listed consecutively, the postings to Caracas and Paris prior to the Washington appointment. He had married Raisa on 3 June, 1980, in Moscow's Hall of Weddings. From the dates of birth, Serov was nine years older than his wife: he had been born in 1948, she in 1957. The extensions of Serov's Washington service were noted, like the dates of the other overseas postings, but no reason recorded for keeping the man so long in America, although the four attached confidential assessments each praised Serov's work and performance. Three used the word exemplary. There were also two confidential assessments on Raisa. Exemplary was the word used again.
Danilov was still reading when the telephone rang. He let Pavin take the call, which was quite brief. Instead of announcing it from his own desk, Pavin crossed the room, so the exchange would be unheard by the secretary.
âYou're to go to the Foreign Ministry,' said Pavin. âRaisa Serova has complained.'
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
The chandelierd elegance was far grander than that at the Interior Ministry and Sergei Vorobie clearly considered himself very much in charge, at home in his own territory. Vasili Oskin was already there. Danilov at once registered the absence of the Federal Prosecutor, the one official Lapinsk had categorically named as an honest man. He supposed Oskin represented the law.
âThere are things that have to be understood very clearly,' announced the Deputy Foreign Minister. âAnd remembered at all times.'
The political lecture, supposed Danilov. âI asked for this meeting to get guidance.'
âDid you become particularly friendly with this man Cowley on the earlier occasion you worked together?' demanded Oskin.
Danilov detected a difference in attitude from the previous day. âI respected him, professionally.'
âThe Americans exercised particular pressure for you to be the investigating officer,' said Oskin. âHow would you explain that?'
Danilov raised and lowered his shoulders. âThey knew me, from before.' This was
definitely
a different type of meeting.
âReason enough for making it a personal request?' pressed Oskin.
âI can't offer any other suggestion,' said Danilov. Surely he hadn't escaped one oppressive situation immediately to encounter another?
âAt all times your first priority
must
be the honour of Russia,' insisted Vorobie, close to pomposity.
âI have no intention of being manipulated!' said Danilov, wanting the irritation to show.
Couldn't
they manipulate him?
There was a momentary silence. Unabashed, Vorobie said: âThat is exactly what must not occur. We do not understand what's happened: we do not want â will not
have
â any embarrassment.'
âI thought that was made clear yesterday.' What had changed in twenty-four hours?
âIt needs to be reinforced,' said Oskin.
âThis is an American investigation, being conducted
in
America. I will have no authority or jurisdiction there,' pointed out Danilov.
âYou will within the embassy: we've ordered it,' corrected Oskin. âI want the closest liaison with us here about whatever you learn there â¦' He paused, for emphasis. âIn
advance
of any discussion with the Americans.'
Before Danilov could respond, Vorobie said: âGeneral Metkin is not with you?'
Momentarily the question off-balanced Danilov. Hurriedly he said: âI assumed you would have summoned him, if you wanted him to attend.'
âQuite so,' agreed Vorobie.
âThe liaison is to be direct between yourself and me at the Interior Ministry,' declared Oskin.
Did these two men know more about Metkin or about what Serov had been doing in Washington? And want the investigation strictly controlled: neutered even? That could explain why the Federal Prosecutor, the man who had formally to recommend a trial, had been excluded. Whatever, there was an opportunity to be seized. âI have been ordered by General Metkin to channel all information through him.'
âI am countermanding that instruction,' announced Oskin. âMetkin can receive copies. I want the initial information sent direct and immediately to me.'
Danilov recognised another victory but it didn't matter: he would, eventually, have to return to Petrovka, under Metkin's control. âIf the General is not officially informed it might appear I deliberately disobeyed an order.'