disobeyed it.â
âYes, Grendel,â the Commander responded. âIâve read the boyâs report on that. You ordered him to let Vaslov go, correct?â
âCorrect.â
âThe most wanted number from the KGB and you ordered him let go. Keyes claims he had the Russian dead on target.â
âThe shot wasnât clear. People were everywhere. If I had let that kid start blasting, innocent bystanders would have been dropping everywhere.â
âAlong with Vaslov perhaps?â
âPossibly, but the risk was not acceptable,â Dogan explained, trying to justify his actions, though the truth was much simpler: Vaslov had beaten him and deserved to walk. âShootouts are a thing of the past, Commander, youâve told me that yourself on more than one occasion.â
The Commander glanced up briefly. âThatâs not the point and please donât talk to me about procedure. You didnât just stop Keyes from firing into a crowd, you shattered his wrist and made holding a telephone painful for him for the rest of his life. Heâs not happy and neither is the department.â
âYouâre not expecting me to deny this, I hope.â
âThere would be no sense in that. You violated a major rule of the field this morning: You let anger get the better of you.â
âNot anger, Commander, frustration. You gave me a bunch of wet-eared kids who couldnât follow orders on a simple pickup operation.â
âThe operation was yours, Grendel. So is the responsibility for bungling it.â
âAnd Iâm not trying to pass that off. Except the operation wasnât bungled. It was clean and well conceived.â
âThe results seem to indicate otherwise⦠.â
âBecause Vaslov and the Russians beat us. They played a better game. Theyâre superior to us because their agents know nothing about ego gratifications. They have a job to do and it gets done. Simple.â
âSo they planted a fake defector and you took the bait.â
âYes, Vaslov planted a fake defector but he also planted a half-dozen other diversions to throw us off the track. A stalled car, a pair of baby carriages, a blind manâall his work.â
The Commander flipped the page of his newspaper. âTell me about the setup.â
âThe defector reached us through his contact with the place and the time. He was impatient. Heâd been holed up in Paris for almost two weeks waiting for his chance.â
âThen I must assume Vaslov knew something of the plan himself.â
âProbably only shadows but they proved enough. The defectorâs contact mustâve had a big mouth. So Vaslov planted a fake defector to draw us off. When we lunged at the bait, his men were the only ones around to pick up the real defector. We got beat, just like I said before.â
A cool night breeze ruffled the Commanderâs paper. His eyes grasped Doganâs for the first time. âI donât see it as that simple. Perhaps, Grendel, you are becoming too predictable.â
âGiven the limitations of what I have to work with, I do the best I can. The men who beat us today were strictly professional.â A pause. âThe way we used to be.â
âI see,â the Commander noted, flipping to the back section.
Dogan grasped him Firmly at the elbow. The older man flinched but didnât bother trying to pull away. Annoyance swam in his eyes.
âNo, I donât think you do, sir,â Dogan charged. âLet me try to explain. Men like Keyes canât read between the lines, canât estimate their opponentâs next move based on simple instinct. Everything has to be cut and dried for them. In the field, though, itâs anything but that, which means losing to the Russians is something we better get used to.â
âAn interesting depiction of your failure this morning.â
âCall it whatever you
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