The Emperor's Tomb

“I learned of Cassiopeia’s involvement with Lev Sokolov a few days ago. I learned about the Russian’s interest, too.”

He was still pissed about the two murders. “You killed those two I was after so we’d have no choice but to deal with you,” he said to Ivan. “Couldn’t let me learn anything from them, right?”

“They are bad people. Bad, bad people. They deserve what they get.”

“I didn’t know that would happen,” Stephanie said to him. “But I shouldn’t be surprised.”

“You two acquainted?” he asked her.

“Ivan and I have dealt with each other before.”

“I not ask you to help,” Ivan said. “This not involve America.”

But he realized Stephanie had interjected herself into their business practicing the old adage Keep your friends close and your enemies closer.

“Cotton,” she said. “Cassiopeia has involved herself in something that is much bigger than she suspects. China is in the midst of an internal power struggle. Karl Tang, the first vice premier, and Ni Yong, the head of the Communist Party’s anti-corruption department, are about to square off for control. We’ve been watching this battle, which is rapidly escalating into a war. Like I said, I became aware of Cassiopeia’s entrance a few days ago. When we dug further, we found Ivan was also interested—”

“So you hopped on a plane and flew to Denmark.”

“That’s my job, Cotton.”

“This isn’t my job. Not anymore.”

“None of us,” Ivan said, “wants Tang to win. He is Mao again, only worse.”

He pointed at Ivan. “You told me about a missing child and man named Lev Sokolov.”

“Comrade Sokolov is the geologist,” Ivan said. “He is Russian, but works for Chinese. Let us say he knows information that would be better he not know.”

“Which is why it was better when he was dead,” he pointed out.

Ivan nodded.

“What is it he knows?”

Ivan shook his head. “It is better you not know.”

He faced Stephanie. “I hope you know.”

She said nothing.

His anger rose. “What has Cassiopeia stumbled into that’s so damn important somebody would waterboard her?”

Stephanie again did not answer him, though it was clear she knew the answer. Instead, she leveled her gaze at Ivan. “Tell him.”

The Russian seemed to consider the request, and Malone suddenly realized that Ivan was no field agent. He was a decision maker.

Like Stephanie.

“Vitt,” Ivan said, “is after the artifact. A lamp Karl Tang wants. When Sokolov does not cooperate, Tang steals Sokolov’s son. Then Sokolov does two things Tang does not expect. He calls Vitt and disappears. No one sees Sokolov for two weeks now.” He snapped his fingers again. “Gone.”

“So Karl Tang grabbed Cassiopeia?” Malone asked.

Ivan nodded. “I say yes.”

“What happened out there today, Cotton?” Stephanie asked.

He told her about the note, the waterboarding, his improvisation. “Seemed like the best play. Of course, I didn’t know I had an audience.”

“I assure you,” she said, “we were going to pursue those two to see where they led. I was going to brief you after. Killing them was not part of my plan.”

“You Americans nose into my business,” Ivan said. “Then want to tell me how to do it.”

“Get real,” Malone said. “You killed the two leads that could point us somewhere so we’re more dependent on you.”

Ivan shrugged. “Bad things happen. Take what you have.”

He wanted to plant a fist in the irritating SOB’s face, but knew better. So he asked, “Why is that lamp so important?”

Ivan shrugged. “It comes from old tomb. Sokolov has to have it to satisfy Karl Tang.”

“Where is it?” he asked.

“In Antwerp. That is why Vitt travels there four days ago. She disappears two days later.”

He wondered what could possibly have rankled the Russians to the point that they mounted a full-scale intelligence operation, dispatching a mid- to high-level operative and, to thwart the Americans, brazenly shooting two people in the middle of Copenhagen. Somebody, somewhere, was screaming that this was important. And why was Washington interested enough to have the Magellan Billet involved? Stephanie was usually called in only when conventional intelligence channels no longer were viable. Cassiopeia had certainly stumbled into something important enough that people were willing to torture her. Was she being tortured again, right now? Those two lying dead in front of the Hotel d’Angleterre had not reported in, so whoever sent the video surely suspected that the retrieval had gone wrong.

“I should get to my computer,” he said. “They may try to contact me again.”

“I doubt that’s going to happen,” Stephanie said. “When Ivan decided to improvise, he may have sealed Cassiopeia’s fate.”

He didn’t want to hear that, but she was right. Which made him madder. He glared at Ivan. “You don’t seem concerned.”

“I am hungry.”

The Russian caught the attention of a server and pointed toward a plate of roget in a glass-fronted case, displaying five fingers. The woman acknowledged that she understood how many of the smoked fish to bring.

“They will give you gas,” Malone said.