Red Widow by Alma Katsu (good books to read for beginners txt) 📗

Keep watching this app. I will be in touch.

She is sorry she can’t do more at this moment, that she has to leave Masha like this. She closes the app, a tremble of rage passing through her. How they’ve failed Yaromir Popov. He placed his faith in her—and the Agency, but mostly in her—and she let him down. Because she trusted the system.

Something has happened, and I don’t know who to trust.

NINE

MOSCOW

Begging your pardon, Dmitri Ivanovich, but there is a report in your queue that requires your immediate attention. It has to do with Kanareyka.”

Kanareyka. Canary.

Dmitri Tarasenko’s assistant stands in the doorway. She is afraid to come in and so she stands twisting a lock of hair like an anxious little girl. I really should fire her, he thinks for the hundredth time. And he would, if he hadn’t been the one to encourage to her work for him in the first place, which he only did because she was so pretty. But she hasn’t slept with him yet, and that was the whole point, wasn’t it, why he’s suffered through four months of her incompetence. She loses his phone messages. His calendar is a complete disaster. At this point, he feels she owes it to him. It’s his due for putting up with her.

Tarasenko puts down what he is working on. “Very well, Teresa Nikolayevna, I will look at it right away, since you have interrupted my work.” Perhaps she will be more compliant if she suspects he is displeased with her.

She immediately crumbles. “Oh, I am so sorry, Dmitri Ivanovich, I didn’t mean to—”

He waves her away and looks for the email. Finds it, clicks on it.

MESSAGE RECEIVED FROM KANAREYKA. CIA HAS BEEN BLINDSIDED BY THE DEATH OF YAROMIR POPOV AND HAS LAUNCHED AN INQUIRY. INVESTIGATION BEING LED BY OFFICER BROUGHT IN FROM THE FIELD, FORMERLY STATIONED IN MOSCOW. KANAREYKA WILL PROVIDE MORE DETAILS AS THEY ARE KNOWN.

KANAREYKA IS UPSET BY LACK OF FOREWARNING ON POPOV. QUESTIONED WISDOM OF TERMINATION. KANAREYKA FEARS DISCOVERY AND DEMANDS EXTRACTION NOW. PLEASE ADVISE.

Tarasenko pushes back in his chair, chuckling to himself. First, it is ludicrous for an asset to make demands. The FSB holds all the cards and Kanareyka should have realized this when the deal was made.

Honestly, what does he care if Kanareyka is discovered? The FSB had gotten all they were likely to get from this asset. Kanareyka is balky and obviously has no intention of giving the FSB what it wants. What’s more, Kanareyka is a traitor, and all traitors are by nature untrustworthy. They betray their masters, the hand that feeds; knowing this, you’d be a fool to trust them. Though it’s protocol to make a fuss over them, to call them heroes and applaud their courage and the like. Dmitri Tarasenko never believed in that. They are self-serving liars. They cloak themselves in glory, pretending to be doing it for one noble reason or other, but in truth they serve no higher purpose; they only serve themselves.

Still.

No sense slaughtering the cow when it might have more milk to give. As much as it would please him to burn Kanareyka, he realizes to do so now would be premature.

Then there is this matter of Yaromir Popov. The office had received word of Popov’s abrupt death; something about dying while on vacation, an obvious fabrication. A few of the old-timers were shaken up—you could still find one or two who liked the man—but it hadn’t mattered to Tarasenko, not at all. Popov was an old dinosaur who hadn’t done anything notable in years, one of these hangers-on who had no intention of retiring and seemed to want to die behind his desk. Well, he got his wish.

Still.

People don’t die on airplanes every day, much less SVR officers. And why would CIA set up this investigation if there wasn’t a reason? Obviously, Popov meant something to them. Who would’ve guessed that the old fox had been secretly betraying his masters?

Someone’s head would roll for that and Dmitri Tarasenko would make sure he had a front-row seat for the beheading.

Kanareyka is Tarasenko’s asset. Because of the sensitive nature of the situation, General Morozov put Tarasenko, his protégé, in charge from the beginning. Morozov trusted Tarasenko not to botch things up. It would be disastrous if things fell to pieces now.

Tarasenko looks back at the computer monitor, drumming his fingers on his desk.

Morozov has been restless lately, hinting that he might take a trip out of the country. Ten years he has been confined inside Russia. It is Morozov’s own fault. No one told him to kill CIA’s Chief of Station in Kiev. He had lost his temper. Usually, the stakes in the clandestine world are high for such folly. Morozov had gotten off lightly, all things considered. He could’ve been stripped of his position; he could’ve been jailed. Maybe the Hard Man had understood that the worst possible punishment was one meted out by CIA: a wanted man, Morozov risked being snatched up if he left the country. Dragged to the United States and put on trial.

Confined, Morozov is like a child in detention staring out the window at his classmates enjoying themselves in the playground. There are only so many times one could visit St. Petersburg or stay in the country in one’s dacha. He misses getting up to mischief in Paris and Vienna, Bangkok and Singapore—but mostly he misses Washington. Oh, how the old man misses Washington. It calls to him like a mistress. The old friend is snoozing, past offenses forgotten, Morozov claims. He is rested and ready to get into trouble again.

But so far, the Hard Man has ignored his requests. He needs Morozov alive and safe.

Morozov has a soft spot for Kanareyka, though. Kanareyka could be his downfall.

From Tarasenko’s point of view, that might not necessarily be a bad thing.

Many times, Tarasenko has protected his impetuous boss from his bad nature. Protected Morozov from himself, as it were.