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Someone at the embassy? Or was she Kondratiev's agent?" Morgan asked.
"Ivan Yulin swears she was a part of the Soyuz plot, but we may never know the absolute truth. Not from him." He sipped at his glass of Perrier and looked somberly across the river.
Morgan said quietly, "And Camilla? I understand her trial has been put off for several months."
"They're trying, unsuccessfully, I suspect, to get her to tell them Russian secrets. The lawyers at Justice are fools. Camilla only wanted the moneyshe told and they paid, never the other way. I'm almost able to look at Camilla dispassionately. Almost."
"Are you going back to La Jolla right away?"
"No, I'm going to New York, to a wedding. Charlotte Conroy and Nathan Abramov are getting married next week. He's finally out of the hospital. He was tortured in Lefortovo. He was an enemy of Kondratiev's and that was enough for his jailers. The plastic surgeons had to reconstruct one of his hands and do considerable work on the other." Kellner sighed. "How far we still must go to be civilized, eh?"
They were interrupted by Anna's call from the dining alcove. "Breakfast, everyone."
Kellner stopped Morgan at the door. "What does Anna think about your job offer? Is she willing to let you go, put yourself in harm's way like that?"
"Let's just say she wasn't happy," Morgan said. "But then, who is?"
The talk at the table was lively, with many reminiscences
about the bad old days at Site X. Evan Harris began a long, involved story about a problem the Canadians had encountered with some Inuit hunters when they first arrived at camp.
Anna lost interest almost at once. She had Vincent Kellner at her side and a chance to find out something about the present situation in Moscow. "Dr. Kellner, I know that Aleksandr

 
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