"How do you know?"
"I saw the body in the morgue."
"Why, the question will be asked, did Inspector O go to the Geneva morgue?"
"The mission doesn't want anything to do with bodies of any description. They said no one was missing from their roster, and they weren't going to the morgue to stare at an unidentified foreigner. In fact, they complained it was an insult, suggesting something had happened to one of the staff. The Swiss threw up their hands and asked me. I thought I owed it to Sohn. Someone did, anyway."
"So, just for the sake of argument, we'll assume you are right." I expected Pak to ask a lot of things, but not what came next. "Does that bother you, his being murdered?"
"Strange, the Swiss put the same question to me."
"And what did you reply?"
"I said I'd have to think about it. I'm still thinking, but I'm not sure I like having so many people interested in my personal reaction. What if I asked you the same thing?"
"I'd say I am bothered by it. I'd say Sohn was a good man. He grunted and barked at times, his ears were too small and the back of his head too pointed, but he was good to his people and he knew what needed to be done."
Nicely vague, that phrase-needed to be done.
"So, you knew him from before you joined the Ministry. I figured you did. There was something about the way you spoke to each other."
"It's been a while, but I don't think he had changed much."
"From what I could tell, he had a lot of enemies."
"These days, that's not hard to do. Even back then, he had the knack for it."
"The Swiss told me they saw him meeting Jeno last year."
"Good for them." Pak stood up. This time there was nothing special in his eyes. Maybe he wasn't surprised. "I feel like going for a long walk. Come along?"
As soon as we were out the gate and past the guards, it was clear Pak didn't want to talk. Silence was fine by me. I was disoriented, and it wasn't just lack of sleep. I couldn't place where I was. I'd only been away for a month, but the city had a strange feel. Everything about it was unfamiliar-the buildings, the air, the sounds. It was as if I hadn't really come back.
The afternoon was awfully cold. All of the stores were dark, and there weren't many people lined up waiting for buses. We walked for almost twenty minutes without saying a word; finally Pak stopped and turned to me. "It may not come up in the course of later conversation, so let me remind you that we are still supposed to be working on that case, the woman who was murdered."
"Welcome home, Inspector O," I said.
"No, I don't mean you have to start on it today."
"When?"
"Tomorrow. No one will call on Sunday. You can work uninterrupted."
"Anyone bother to look at the file while I was gone?" I'd come to a few tentative conclusions, but I wasn't going to share them just yet. I planned to sleep the whole day tomorrow. I could give my conclusions to Pak on Monday, tell him I'd spent all of Sunday developing them.
"We're still shorthanded. Besides, a lot happened while you were gone."
"Such as?"
"I don't know this, and because I don't know it, I would have no way of telling you about a surge of activity in Hwadae county. There haven't been enough out-of-channel orders sent to our people to suggest anything imminent. But we have noticed more visitors going up there than normal. An Iranian delegation went through Sunan about a week ago. A special Pakistani visitor flew in, too. Our nearest post has been told to keep well back and look the other way when the cars go through."
"Is that why Sohn got his neck broken?"
"Funny question. I don't think you need to generate new shoots," Pak said. "I think you need to go home and sleep long enough to get that dazed look off your face. I'll meet you tonight around nine o'clock, at the same place we had bark soup when you got back from New York. Can you find it?"
"I'm a detective, remember?"
2
"Anything but soup," Pak said to the woman.
She shrugged. "I use only the finest bark. But tonight I also have a nice piece of fish, something that is not easy to get. It was supposed to be for some military group, but they didn't show up. It's all yours."
Once the dishes had been cleared away, Pak lit a cigarette. "I'm glad you didn't bring any of these back from overseas," he said. "Cigarettes from overseas are a corrupting influence." I'd left two cartons in his office, and he'd put them in his bottom drawer. "That's what Sohn always said, before he gave us each two packs of Gitanes. He thought it was funny, us smoking French cigarettes while we went through our drills."
I hadn't been very awake a moment ago, but I was now. Wideawake. "Sohn smoked French cigarettes?"
"See, that's just like you, Inspector. A bug on a cabbage leaf. Something wasn't right the whole time you were gone. Now I realize what it was. No sound of anyone chewing on tiny facts."
We sat in the near darkness and mulled things over. Pak ground out his cigarette. "I would smoke a second one, but it's bad for my health, everyone says." He snorted and lit another. "Can you believe it? They're telling us not to smoke because it's bad for our health! Have some more bark soup, Inspector. Now that's good for you."
"What about Sohn?"
"Ah, to business, always to business. The ship sinks, and Sailor O is for mending the sheets. The building burns, and Fireman O stops to polish the elevator buttons."
"I thought you wanted to talk about Sohn, that's all. Skip it. I don't care. He wasn't my friend."
"No, let's stay on that subject. You tell me he was murdered. For what? Did he stumble onto a robbery? But you don't break someone's neck in a hurry when you're running away from a robbery. You don't even break someone's neck when you're robbing him. Even in a fight…"
This might not be the best time, given Pak's mood, but I might as well say what I thought. "There was no fight. I think someone stepped behind him and snapped his neck. That's what they wanted to do, and that's exactly what they did."
Pak sat very still. I knew I'd touched a nerve.
"I hear they have Gypsies in Europe," he said at last.
"So?"
"Maybe they snap necks. Like the Mongols used to."
"That was backbones. The Mongols snapped backbones. I'm telling you, it wasn't a Mongol or Gypsy who broke Sohn's neck."
"Very helpful. We've narrowed the list of suspects. I can eliminate Genghis Khan. Any other ideas? Maybe Sohn saw someone he wasn't supposed to see. You were in the same city; you must have noticed something."
"I did notice one thing. I noticed someone tried to kill me."
"Anyone we know?" Pak frowned. "And don't tell me it was over a woman, either."
I sketched the events at the lakeside restaurant, Jeno?s explanation, and then what M. Beret had told me.
"Maybe you shouldn't have criticized the perch," Pak said. "Okay, someone tried to kill you, but they failed. On the other hand, they finished the job with Sohn. Why? Why the hell was Sohn even in Geneva? What was going on there?"
"Nothing special. Bribery, chicanery, excess-the usual. Other than that, the city is a swamp of boredom. The most interesting thing that happens is when they execute a wristwatch in public for running slow. I don't think we need to focus on the city. We need to look more closely at Sohn."
Pak took a deep drag on his cigarette. The smoke drifted out of his nostrils.
"Cut that out, would you?" I was annoyed.
"I forgot," Pak said. "You don't like it." He took another drag, and again the smoke came from his nose; it curled out and then floated upward, tendrils of smoke like vines from a corpse's skull.
"You're murdering your sinuses. It's enough I have to breathe it."
"I've got my problems; you've got yours. Which orifice I select for blowing out my smoke is up to me. It's something I can choose for myself, and you don't get to take that away. Maybe you've forgotten, but everything isn't cheese and chocolates around here."