“So your mad admiral stays on duty?” Shevenko said in a soft voice.
“He’s not mad,” Wilson said, his voice sharp. “He knows how to play hard ball with you people.”
“God help us all if the rest of your military, or ours, learn that lesson,” Shevenko said. The two men got out of the car at the door of the hotel and Wilson gave a five-dollar bill to the Cuban valet parker. As they stood waiting for the elevator Wilson looked at the Russian.
“We both owe one hell of a debt to Dr. Saul, do you agree?”
“I do,” Shevenko said. “I have in mind how I will repay him.”
He unlocked the door of his suite and went in, followed by Wilson. The CIA man looked at the unconscious form of Sophia Blovin on the bed, his eyes moving from the bare breasts of the sleeping girl to her handcuffed wrist. Shevenko went to the bed and unlocked the handcuffs and put them in his jacket pocket. He picked up his bag and turned around.
“That is Sophia Blovin,” he said, nodding his head toward the bed. “Also known as Little Fox. My personal aide in my Directorate for the past few weeks. Before that she worked for the Directorate as our expert in American psychology. I give her to you for safe keeping, Bob. It’s my way of repaying Dr. Saul.”
“I don’t understand,” Wilson said.
Shevenko walked toward the door of the suite. “How did you think that Dr. Saul knew everything that was going on in my operation? Sophia is a deep mole. She works for Dr. Saul.” He looked at Sophia’s sleeping form with affection in his eyes.
“She doesn’t know I found out about her but if I was able to do that, in time, someone else in my organization would also find out. Lubianka prison is not a place for Sophia.” He paused at the door, his hand on the knob.
“The drug I gave her is harmless, no side effects. She’ll wake up by six.” He turned the knob and opened the door.
“Send her back to Dr. Saul with my compliments. Tell him he owes me one.” He went through the door and closed it behind him.