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〃How old is your daughter？〃
〃Three years and seven months。 Can you deliver what I require？〃
That question shot a full pint of adrenaline into her bloodstream。 She'd have to make this decision almost instantly； and with that decision she was mitting the whole power of CIA onto a single case。 Getting three people out of the Soviet Union was not going to be a picnic。
But this guy works in MERCURY； Mary Pat realized。 He'd know things a hundred well…placed agents couldn't get to。 Ivan here was custodian of the Russian Crown Jewels； more valuable even than Brezhnev's balls； and so…
〃Yes； we can get you and your family out。 How soon？〃
〃The information I have is very time…sensitive。 As soon as you can arrange。 I will not reveal my information until I am in the West； but I assure you the information is a matter of great importance…it is enough to force me into this action；〃 he added as an additional dangle。
Don't overplay your hand； Ivan； she thought。 An ego…driven agent would tell them he had the launch codes for the Russian Strategic Rocket Forces； when he just had his mother's recipe for borscht； and getting the bastard out would be a waste of resources that had to be used with the greatest care。 But； against that possibility； Mary Pat had her eyes。 She looked into this man's soul； and saw that whatever he was； 〃liar〃 probably wasn't among them。
〃Yes； we can do this very quickly if necessary。 We need to discuss place and methods。 We cannot talk any longer here。 I suggest a meeting place to discuss details。〃
〃That is simple；〃 Zaitzev replied； setting the place for the following morning。
You're in a hurry。 〃What name do I call you？〃 she finally asked。
〃Oleg Ivan'ch；〃 he answered automatically； then realized he'd spoken the truth； in a situation where dissimulation might have served him better。
〃That is good。 My name is Maria；〃 she replied。 〃So； which shapka would you remend？〃
〃For your husband？ This one； certainly；〃 Zaitzev said； handing over the dirty…blond one。
〃Then I shall buy it。 Thank you； rade。〃 She fussed over the hat briefly； then walked off； checking the price tag； 180 rubles； more than a month's pay for a Moscow worker。 To effect the purchase； she handed the shapka over to one clerk； then walked to a cash register； where she paid her cash…the Soviets hadn't discovered credit cards yet…and got a receipt in return； which she handed to the first clerk； who gave her the hat back。
So； it was true…the Russians really were more inefficient than the American government。 Amazing that it was possible； but seeing was believing； she told herself； clutching the brown…paper bag and finding her husband； whom she quickly walked outside。
〃So； what did you buy me？〃
〃Something you'll like；〃 she promised； holding up the bag； but her sparkling blue eyes said it all。 Then she checked her watch。 It was just 3：00 A。M。 in Washington and； if they phoned this one in； it was too early。 This wasn't something for the night crew； even the trusted people in MERCURY。 She'd just learned that one the hard way。 No； this one would get written up； encrypted； and put in the diplomatic bag。 Then it was just a matter of getting approval from Langley。
Their car had just been swept by an embassy mechanic the previous day…everybody in the embassy did it routinely； so this didn't finger them as spooks； and the telltales on door and hood hadn't been disturbed the previous night。 The Mercedes 280 also had a fairly sophisticated alarm。 So Ed Foley just turned up the sound on the radio…tape player。 In the slot was a Bee Gees tape sure to offend anyone listening to a bug； and easily loud enough to overpower it。 In her passenger seat； Mary Pat danced to the music； like a good California girl。
〃Our friend needs a ride；〃 she said； just loudly enough to be heard by her husband。 〃Him； wife； and daughter； age three and a half。〃
〃When？〃 Ed wanted to know。
〃Soon。〃
〃How？〃
〃Up to us。〃
〃He's serious？〃 Ed asked his wife； meaning； Worth our time？
〃Think so。〃
You couldn't be sure； but MP had a good eye for reading people； and he was willing to wager on those cards。 He nodded。 〃Okay。〃
〃Any pany？〃 she asked next。
Foley's eyes were about equally divided between the street and the mirrors。 If they were being followed； it was by the Invisible Man。 〃Nope。〃
〃Good。〃 She turned the sound down some。 〃You know； I like it； too； Ed； but easy on the ears。〃
〃Fine； honey。 I have to go back to the office this afternoon。〃
〃What for？〃 she asked in the semi…angry voice every husband in the world knows。
〃Well； I have some paperwork from yesterday…〃
〃And you want to check the baseball scores；〃 she huffed。 〃Ed； why can't we get satellite TV in our apartment block？〃
〃They're working on getting it for us； but the Russians are making a little trouble。 They're afraid it might be a spy tool；〃 he added in a disgusted voice。
〃Yeah；〃 she observed。 〃Sure。 Give me a break。〃 Just in case KGB had a very clever black…bag guy who prowled the parking lot at night。 Maybe the FBI could pull that one off but； though they had to guard against the possibility； she doubted that the Russians had anybody that clever。 Their radios were just too bulky。 Even so； yes。 They were paranoid； but were they paranoid enough？
Cathy took sally and Little Jack outside。 There was a park just a block and a half away； off Fristow Way； where there were a few swings that Sally liked and grass for the little guy to pull at and try to eat。 He'd just figured out how to use his hands； badly and awkwardly； but whatever found its way into his little fist immediately thereafter found its way to his mouth； a fact known by every parent in the world。 Still and all； it was a chance to get the kids some sun…the winter nights would be long and dark here…and it got the house quiet for Jack to get some work done on his Halsey book。
He'd already taken out one of Cathy's medical textbooks； Principles of Internal Medicine； to read up on shingles； the skin disease that had tormented the American admiral at a very inconvenient rime。 Just from reading the subchapter on the ailment…related to chicken pox； it turned out…it must have been like medieval torture to the then elderly naval aviator。 Even more so that his beloved carrier battle group； Enterprise and Yorktown； would have to sail into a major engagement without him。 But he'd taken it like a man…the only way William Frederick Halsey； Jr。； had ever taken anything…and remended his friend Raymond Spruance to take his place。 The two men could scarcely have been more different。 Halsey the profane； hard…drinking； chain…smoking former football player。 Spruance； the nonsmoking； teetotaling intellectual reputed never to have raised his voice in anger。 But they'd bee the closest of friends； and would later in the war switch off mand of the Pacific Fleet； renaming it from
Third Fleet to Fifth Fleet and back again when mand was exchanged。 That； Ryan thought； was the most obvious clue that Halsey had been the intellectual； too； and not the blustering hell…for…leather aggressor that the contemporary newspapers had proclaimed him to be。 Spruance the intellectual would not have befriende