CHAPTER 115
I HOPED TO GOD it was over now. We all did. Ned Mahoney flew back to Quantico that
morning, but I spent the rest of the day at FBI headquarters in lower Manhattan. The
Russian government had filed protests everywhere they could, but Andrei Prokopev was still
in custody, and State Department people were all over the FBI offices. Even a few Wall
Street firms had questioned the arrest.
So far, I hadn’t been allowed to talk to the Russian again. He was scheduled for surgery, but
his life wasn’t in danger. He was being grilled by someone, just not by me.
Burns finally reached me at around four o’clock in the office I was using at FBI New York.
“Alex, I want you to head back to Washington,” he said. “Flight arrangements have been
made. We’ll be waiting for you here.” That was all he told me.
Burns signed off, so I didn’t get the chance to ask any questions. It was obvious that he
didn’t want me to. Around seven-thirty I arrived at the Hoover Building and was told to go to
the SIOC conference area on five. They were waiting for me there. Not exactly waiting, since
a shirtsleeves meeting was already in progress. Ron Burns was at the table, which wasn’t a
good sign. Everybody looked tense and exhausted.
“Let me bring Alex up to date,” Burns said when I entered the room. “Have a rest, kick back.
There’s been a new wrinkle. None of us are very happy about it. You won’t be either.”
I shook my head and felt a little sick as I sat down. I didn’t need new wrinkles; I had more
than enough already.
“The Russians are actually cooperating for a change,” Burns said. “It seems that they’re not
denying Andrei Prokopev has Red Mafia connections. He does. They’ve been monitoring
him for some time themselves. They hoped to use him to penetrate the huge black market
still coming out of Moscow.”
I cleared my throat. “But.”
Burns nodded. “Right. The Russians tell us, now, that Prokopev is not the man we’re looking
for. They’re certain of it.”
I felt completely drained. “Because?”
It was Burns’s turn to shake his head. “They know what the Wolf looks like. He was KGB,
after all. The real Wolf set us up to believe he was Prokopev. Andrei Prokopev was one of his
rivals in the Red Mafia.”
“To be the Russian godfather?”
“To be the godfather, Russian or otherwise.”
I pursed my lips, took a breath. “Do the Russians know
who the Wolf really is?”
Burns’s eyes narrowed. “If they do, they won’t tell us. Not yet, anyway. Maybe they’re afraid of
him too.”
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