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Chapter Six
Georgetown, Washington, D.C./November 26
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When dealing with the KGB, fear nothing, expect nothing, believe nothing.
ALEKSANDR SOLZHENITSYN
Joe Ryerson lay in Marina Suslova's bed, gazing at his reflection in the mirrored ceiling. The scent of her was all around himon the sheets, the down comforter, the pillows. Whenever his ''self-esteem" dropped below a certain level, Ryerson made it a point to seek out the Russian woman. Joe Ryerson was a great believer in the beneficial effects of high selfesteem, and the lovely part of this whole setup, he told himself, was that Marina's associates in the Mount Alto Russian compound could always be counted on to release her from her duties of the moment and send her racing for Georgetown in her black whale-tail Porsche. They believed Ryerson to be a source, an asset. Ryerson found this inflating.
Far from being a source of "product," Joe Ryerson considered himself a prime consumer. Right now, thanks to that bastard ombudsman, he had no ability to make use of any of the

 
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