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w　better…they　were　the　thieves　of　the　world　and　wanted　for　crimes　all　over　Australia　and　the　Far　East。　The　ones　in　bat　we　knew　and　we　reached！〃
　〃You　missed　a　couple；　I　believe；〃　observed　Sulikov。
　The　lawyer　returned　to　the　typed　pages；　beads　of　sweat　rolling　down　his　temples。　〃God　in　heaven；　I'm　ruined；〃　he　whispered；　choking。
　〃The　thought　occurred　to　me；〃　said　the　Soviet　consul　general　of　New　York；　〃but　then；　there　are　always　options；　aren't　there？　。。。　Naturally；　there's　only　one　course　of　action　for　us。　Like　much　of　the　continent；　we　were　taken　in　by　ruthless　capitalist　privateers。　Lambs　led　to　the　slaughter　on　the　altars　of　greed　as　this　American　cartel　of　financial　plunderers　cornered　markets；　selling　inferior　goods　and　services　at　inflated　prices；　claiming　by　way　of　false　documents　to　have　Washington's　approval　to　deliver　thousands　of　restricted　items　to　us　and　our　satellites。〃
　〃You　son　of　a　bitch！〃　exploded　Ogilvie。　〃You…all　of　you…cooperated　every　step　of　the　way。　You　brokered　millions　for　us　out　of　the　bloc　countries；　rerouted；　renamed…Christ；　repainted…ships　throughout　the　Mediterranean；　the　Aegean；　up　the　Bosporus　and　into　Marmara；　to　say　nothing　about　ports　in　the　Baltic！〃
　〃Prove　it；　Counselor；〃　said　Sulikov；　laughing　quietly。　〃If　you　wish；　I　could　make　a　laudable　case　for　your　defection。　Moscow　would　wele　your　expertise。〃
　〃What？〃　cried　the　attorney　as　panic　spread　across　his　face。
　〃Well；　you　certainly　can't　stay　here　an　hour　longer　than　absolutely　necessary。　Read　those　words；　Mr。　Ogilvie。　You're　in　the　last　stages　of　electronic　surveillance　before　being　picked　up　by　the　authorities。〃
　〃Oh；　my　God…〃
　〃You　might　try　to　operate　from　Hong　Kong　or　Macao…they'd　wele　your　money；　but　with　the　problems　they　currently　have　with　the　Mainland's　markets　and　the　Sino…British　Treaty　of　'97；　they'd　probably　frown　on　your　indictments。　I'd　say　Switzerland's　out；　the　reciprocal　laws　are　so　narrow　these　days；　as　Vesco　found　out。　Ahh；　Vesco。　You　could　join　him　in　Cuba。〃
　〃Stop　it！〃　yelled　Ogilvie。
　〃Then　again　you　could　turn　state's　evidence；　there's　so　much　to　unravel。　They　might　even　take；　say；　ten　years　off　your　thirty…year　sentence。〃
　〃Goddamn　it；　I'll　kill　you！〃
　The　bedroom　door　suddenly　opened　as　a　consulate　guard　appeared；　his　hand　menacingly　under　his　jacket。　The　attorney　had　lurched　to　his　feet；　trembling　helplessly；　he　returned　to　the　chair　and　leaned　forward；　his　head　in　his　hands。
　〃Such　behavior　would　not　be　looked　upon　favorably；〃　said　Sulikov。　〃e；　Counselor；　it's　a　time　for　cool　heads；　not　emotional　outbursts。〃
　〃How　the　hell　can　you　say　that？〃　asked　Ogilvie；　a　catch　in　his　voice；　a　prelude　to　tears。　〃I'm　finished。〃
　〃That's　a　harsh　judgment　from　such　a　resourceful　man　as　you。　I　mean　it。　It's　true　you　can't　remain　here；　but　still　your　resources　are　immense。　Act　from　that　position　of　strength。　Force　concessions；　it's　the　art　of　survival。　Eventually　the　authorities　will　see　the　value　of　your　contributions　as　they　did　with　Boesky；　Levine　and　several　dozen　others　who　endure　their　minimal　sentences　playing　tennis　and　backgammon　while　still　possessing　fortunes。　Try　it。〃
　〃How？〃　said　the　lawyer；　looking　up　at　the　Russian；　his　eyes　red；　pleading。
　〃The　where　es　first；〃　explained　Sulikov。　〃Find　a　neutral　country　that　has　no　extradition　treaty　with　Washington；　one　where　there　are　officials　who　can　be　persuaded　to　grant　you　temporary　residence　so　you　can　carry　on　your　business　activities…the　term　'temporary'　is　extremely　elastic；　of　course。　Bahrain；　the　Emirates；　Morocco；　Turkey；　Greece…there's　no　lack　of　attractive　possibilities。　All　with　rich　English…speaking　settlements。　。。。　We　might　even　be　able　to　help　you；　very　quietly。〃
　〃Why　would　you？〃
　〃Your　blindness　returns；　Mr。　Ogilvie。　For　a　price；　naturally。　。。。　You　have　an　extraordinary　operation　in　Europe。　It's　in　place　and　functioning；　and　under　our　control　we　could　derive　considerable　benefits　from　it。〃
　〃Oh　。。。　my　。。。　God；〃　said　the　leader　of　Medusa；　his　voice　trailing　off　as　he　stared　at　the　consul　general。
　〃Do　you　really　have　a　choice；　Counselor？　。。。　e　now；　we　must　hurry。　Arrangements　have　to　be　made。　Fortunately；　it's　still　early　in　the　day。〃
　It　was　3：25　in　the　afternoon　when　Charles　Casset　walked　into　Peter　Holland's　office　at　the　Central　Intelligence　Agency。　〃Breakthrough；〃　said　the　deputy　director；　then　added　less　enthusiastically；　〃Of　sorts。〃
　〃The　Ogilvie　firm？〃　asked　the　DCI。
　〃From　left　field；〃　replied　Casset；　nodding　and　placing　several　stock　photographs　on　Holland's　desk。　〃These　were　faxed　down　from　Kennedy　Airport　an　hour　ago。　Believe　me；　it's　been　a　heavy　sixty　minutes　since　then。〃
　〃From　Kennedy？〃　Frowning；　Peter　studied　the　facsimiled　duplicates。　They　prised　a　sequence　of　photographs　showing　a　crowd　of　people　passing　through　metal　detectors　in　one　of　the　airport's　international　terminals。　The　head　of　a　single　man　was　circled　in　red　in　each　photo。　〃What　is　it？　Who　is　it？〃
　〃They're　passengers　heading　for　the　Aeroflot　lounge；　Moscow　bound；　Soviet　carrier；　of　course。　Security　routinely　photographs　U。S。　nationals　taking　those　flights。〃
　〃So？　Who　is　he？〃
　〃Ogilvie　himself。〃
　〃What？〃
　〃He's　on　the　two　o'clock　nonstop　to　Moscow。　。。。　Only　he's　not　supposed　to　be。〃
　〃e　again？〃
　〃Three　separate　calls　to　his　office　came　up　with　the　same　information。　He　was　out　of　the　country；　in　London；　at　the　Dorchester；　which　we　know　he　isn't。　However；　the　Dorchester　desk　confirmed　that　he　was　booked　but　hadn't　arrived；　so　they　were　taking　messages。〃
　〃I　don't　understand；　Charlie。〃
　〃It's　a　smoke　screen　and　pretty　hastily　contrived。　In　the　first　place；　why　would　someone　as　rich　as　Ogilvie　settle　for　Aeroflot　when　he　could　be　on　the　Concorde　to　Paris　and　Air　France　to　Moscow？　Also；　why　would　his　office　volunteer　that　he　was　either　in　or　on　his　way　to　London　when　he　was　heading　for　Moscow？〃
　〃The　Aeroflot　flight's　obvious；〃　said　Holland。　〃It's　the　state　airline　and　he's　under　Soviet　protection。　The　London…Dorchester　bit　isn't　too　hard；　either。　It's　to　throw　people　off…my　God；　to　throw　us　off！〃
　〃Right　on；　master。　So　Valentino　did　some　checking　with　all　that　fancy　equipment　in　the　cellars　and　guess　what？　。。。　Mrs。　Ogilvie　and　their　two　teenage　children　are　on　a　Royal　Air　Maroc　flight　to　Casablanca　with　connections　to　Marrakesh。〃
　〃Marrakesh？　。。。　Air　Maroc…Morocco；　Marrakesh。　Wait　a　minute。　In　those　puter　sheets　Conklin　had　us　work　up　on　the　Mayflower　hotel's　registers；　there　was　a　woman…one　of　three　people　he　tied　to　Medusa…who　had　been　in　Marrakesh。〃
　〃I　mend　your　memory；　Peter。　That　woman　and　Ogilvie's　wife　were　roommates　at　Bennington　in　the　early　seventies。　Fine　old　families；　their　pedigrees　ensure　a　large　degree　of　sticking　together　and　giving　advice　to　one　another。〃
　〃Charlie；　what　the　hell　is　going　on？〃
　〃The　Ogilvies　were　tipped　off　and　have　gotten　out。　Also；　if　I'm　not　mistaken　and　if　we　could　sort　out　several　hundred　accounts；　we'd　learn　that　millions　have　been　transferred　from　New　York　to　God　knows　where　beyond　these　shores。〃
　〃And？〃
　〃Medusa's　now　in　Moscow；　Mr。　Director。〃
　
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　Louis　DeFazio　wearily　dragged　his　small　frame　out　of　the　taxi　in　the　boulevard　Masséna；　followed　by　his　larger；　heavier；　far　more　muscular　cousin　Mario　from　Larchmont；　New　York。　They　stood　on　the　pavement　in　front　of　a　restaurant；　its　name　in　red…tubed　script　across　a　green…tinted　window：　Tetrazzini's。
　〃This　is　the　place；〃　said　Louis。　〃They'll　be　in　a　private　room　in　the　back。〃
　〃It's　pretty　late。〃　Mario　looked　at　his　watch　under　the　wash　of　a　street　lamp。　〃I　set　the　time　for　Paris；　it's　almost　midnight　here。〃
　〃They'll　wait。〃
　〃You　still　haven't　told　me　their　names；　Lou。　What　do　we　call　them？〃
　〃You　don't；〃　answered　DeFazio；　starting　for　the　entrance。　〃No　names…they　wouldn't　mean　anything　anyway。　All　you　gotta　do　is　be　respectful；　you　know　what　I　mean？〃
　〃I　don't　have　to　be　told　that；　Lou；　I　really　don't；〃　reprimanded　Mario　in　his　soft…spoken　voice。　〃But　for　my　own　information；　why　do　you　even　bring　it　up？〃
　〃He's　a　high…class　diplomatico；〃　explained　the　capo　supremo；　stopping　briefly　on　the　pavement　and　looking　up　at　the　man　who　had　nearly　killed　Jason　Bourne　in　Manassas；　Virginia。　〃He　operates　out　of　Rome　from　fancy　government　circles；　but　he's　the　direct　contact　with　the　dons　in　Sicily。　He　and　his　wife　are　very；　very　highly　regarded；　you　understand　what　I'm　saying？〃
　〃I　do　and　I　don't；〃　admitted　the　cousin。　〃If　he's　so　grand；　why　would　he　accept　such　a　menial　assignment　as　following　our　targets？〃
　〃Because　he　can。　He　can　go　places　some　of　our　pagliacci　can't　get　near；　you　know　what　I　mean？　Also；　I　happen　to　let　our　people　in　New　York　know　who　our　clients　were；　especially　one；　capisce？　The　dons　all　the　way　from　Manhattan　to　the　estates　south　of　Palermo　have　a　language　they　use　exclusively　between　themselves；　did　you　know　that；　cugino？　。。。　It　es　down　to　a　couple　of　orders：　'Do　it'　and　'Don't　do　it。'　〃
　〃I　think　I　understand；　Lou。　We　render　respect。〃
　〃Respect；　yes；　my　fancy　rendering　cousin；　but　not　no　weakness；　capisce？　No　weakness！　The　word's　got　to　go　up　and　down　the　line　that　this　is　an　operation　Lou　DeFazio　took　control　of　and　ran　from　beginning　to　end。　You　got　that？〃
　〃If　that's　the　case；　maybe　I　can　go　home　to　Angie　and　the　kids；〃　said　Mario；　grinning。
　〃What？　。。。　You　shut　up；　cugino！　With　this　one　job　you　got　annuities　for　your　whole　passel　of　bambinos。〃
　〃Not　a　passel；　Lou；　just　five。〃
　〃Let's　go。　Remember；　respect；　but　we　don't　take　no　shit。〃
　The　small　private　dining　room　was　a　miniature　version　of　Tetrazzini's　decor。　The　ambience　was　Italian　in　all　things。　The　walls　were　papered　with　dated；　now　faded　murals　of　Venice；　Rome　and　Florence；　the　softly　piped…in　music　was　predominantly　operatic　arias　and　tarantellas；　and　the　lighting　indirect　with　pockets　of　shadows。　If　a　patron　did　not　know　he　was　in　Paris；　he　might　think　he　was　dining　on　Rome's　Via　Frascati；　at　one　of　the　many　mercialized　family　ristoranti　lining　that　ancient　street。
　There　was　a　large　round　table　in　the　center　covered　by　a　deep　red　tablecloth；　with　a　generous　overhang；　and　four　chairs　equidistant　from　one　another。　Additional　chairs　were　against　the　walls；　allowing　for　an　expanded　conference　of　principals　or