‘Did he say anything as he left the room?’
‘Nothing.’
‘You could not see Panchenko enter the bedroom because the corridor bends?’
‘That is correct.’
‘So what did you hear?’
‘A voice. Someone shouting “No!” ‘
Slowly again Malik said: ‘How long after Panchenko had gone out of your sight did you hear the shout?’
‘I did not record the time but it would only have been a matter of minutes.’
‘One minute? Five minutes? Ten minutes?’
‘Nearer one minute.’
‘And then?’
‘There was the sound of a gunshot,’ said Chernov. ‘We all ran along the corridor, to the bedroom.’
‘What did you see when you entered the bedroom?’
‘Comrade Colonel Panchenko was kneeling over Agayans. The body was on the other side of the bed, half hidden, but it was obvious he’d shot himself: half his head had been blown away. The bedside table had collapsed, where he’d fallen against it.’
‘What did Panchenko say?’
There was a pause for recall. Then Chernov said: ‘My recollection is that the Comrade Colonel said: “He’s shot himself, the bastard.” And then he said: “This isn’t going to look good on my record.” And almost at once, again, “The bastard.” ‘
‘Who shouted “No!”?’ asked Malik.
‘Comrade Colonel Panchenko,’ replied Chernov at once. ‘After calling Agayans a bastard and saying that he’d shot himself, the Comrade Colonel said: ‘I shouted for him to stop but I couldn’t get to him in time.’’
‘Yet you said a few moments ago “a voice”,’ reminded Malik. ‘You didn’t say it was Panchenko.’
‘It could not have been anyone else, could it?’
‘Could you positively identify it as Panchenko’s voice?’ persisted Malik. ‘Could it not have been that of Agayans?’
‘Agayans!’
‘Answer the question, don’t pose one.’
‘The voice was indistinct,’ conceded Chernov.
‘Could you swear to the fact that the protest was made by the Comrade Colonel if required to do so by a tribunal?’
‘No,’ said Chernov, in further concession. ‘I could not.’
‘Was there any talk of calling a doctor?’
‘He was obviously dead, as I have already said.’
‘Or the civilian militia?’
‘Comrade Colonel Panchenko ruled that it should remain an internal KGB matter.’
‘Were any technical experts called to the apartment?’
‘Not during the time I was there.’
‘Any evidence assembled at all for a possible inquiry?’
‘I took the gun to our forensic department here and made a report to the medical expert examining the body at the mortuary.’
Upon the sheet in front of him Malik wrote the word ‘gun’ and put a query against it. He said: ‘So there was an autopsy?’
‘I believe so,’ said Chernov. ‘I was not called upon to attend.’
Alongside the query about the gun Malik wrote ‘autopsy’ and queried that, as well. Enough to reopen the inquiry, he wondered. Without doubt sufficient to have brought about a stronger rebuke at the original hearing but, alone, the further indications of negligence were scarcely grounds for a reconvening. He said: ‘Did Agayans at any time in your presence seem suicidal?’
‘No,’ said Chernov without any hesitation.
‘Did you expect to be transferred to Kiev?’ demanded Malik abruptly.
Chernov frowned at the unexpected question. ‘No, Comrade First Deputy.’
‘Did you request it?’
‘No.’
‘Were you surprised to be transferred?’
‘Yes,’ said the man at once.
‘I’ve given orders today for you to be reassigned back here, to Moscow,’ announced Malik. ‘I may wish to question you further about the incident.’
Malik had held back from issuing such instructions, wanting Chernov in the capital for questioning before Panchenko learned of the recall. The security chief did so within an hour of the encounter, with the arrival in his office of Malik’s official but delayed edict. Panchenko had already made the alarm call to Kazin when the second notification reached him, this time from Major Chernov strictly obeying the earlier directive issued by the security chief that any interview or approach concerning the incident involving Igor Agayans should be immediately reported.
So Malik had not given up, Panchenko realized. The man intended sniffing on, like some dog searching for a half-detected scent. Except that there was not one dog but two, Kazin as well as Malik. And Panchenko recognized he risked being chewed and torn between them, like some disputed rabbit. Panchenko confronted the fact that he was already too committed and too exposed. It was time he started taking what little precautions still remained open to him.
David Proctor kept the monthly appointment upon which Levin had insisted, striding hand outstretched into the debriefing den and repeating ‘Yevgennie, it’s good to see you, Yevgennie’ several times before releasing the Russian. As soon as the FBI man sat down, his spectacles began their on-off movement, to be polished and repolished.
‘What news about Natalia?’ demanded Levin at once.
Proctor frowned towards the debriefer. ‘Didn’t Billy tell you about the letter agreement?’
‘Sure did,’ said Bowden at once.
‘I meant about her coming here.’
‘Give us time, Yevgennie!’ pleaded Proctor. ‘We’re practically moving at the speed of light as it is.’
‘It doesn’t seem so to me.’
Proctor put his spectacles briefly into place and said: ‘It’s come good, Yevgennie.’
‘What do you mean?’
‘We caught Lubiako, red-handed,’ announced the American.
‘When?’
‘Two nights ago,’ disclosed Proctor. ‘We were letting him run, as you know. But keeping him under the tightest surveillance. Our people followed him directly from the United Nations and out to Newark airport. Nabbed him actually making the exchange with a junior technician at a company holding a whole bunch of defence contracts with the Pentagon.’
Dzerzhinsky Square were prepared to sacrifice a very great deal, Levin thought. He said: ‘What happens now?’
‘Moscow is making a song and dance. We’ll arraign Lubiako but I guess we’ll have to agree to a swap. We usually do. But it means we’ve taken some bastard traitor out of circulation at one of our defence plants.’
‘I’m glad it worked out for you,’ said Levin.
‘Time to move on a little now,’ announced Proctor.
‘Move on?’
‘We’re going to tell the CIA what you told us,’ came in Bowden.
Levin kept any reaction from showing, the almost immediate excitement balanced by his finally understanding why the delay had occurred. They had wanted one of the KGB agents he had identified positively to be proven an operative – and by so doing provide further proof of his own genuineness – before making any approach to the sister agency. Cautiously he said: ‘I am surprised you kept it from them.’
‘Reasons, Yevgennie, reasons,’ said Proctor. ‘It’ll mean they’ll want to see you.’
Time for awkwardness, decided Levin. He said: ‘I’ve been promised a letter from Natalia. But I haven’t received one yet. And we don’t know what to do with those we’ve written to her.’
‘Why I’m here,’ said Proctor glibly. ‘Your mission…’ He hesitated, smiling again. ‘… Your old mission,’ he qualified, ‘have agreed to the correspondence being exchanged through the United Nations. Give me what you’ve got and I’ll take them back to Manhattan with me tonight.’
‘And Natalia’s, to us?’
‘I’ll come up as soon as anything arrives. My word.’
‘I had expected to hear by now,’ protested Levin. It was not difficult for him to appear disgruntled.
‘I’m sure it’ll be soon,’ soothed Bowden. ‘What we’d like to settle today is cooperation with the CIA.’
‘What sort of cooperation?’
‘Your telling the Agency everything you know. We can assure them that you will, can’t we?’
‘It will be safe?’ demanded Levin, maintaining the pretence of a nervous defector.
‘You surely don’t need any proof of that?’ said Proctor. ‘You’re armour plated.’