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And how long would it take Vincent to forget all the years they worked together, slept together, planned and schemed together.
Marina was exactly right. Camilla Varig, in grasping for that one last big prize, had stupidly overreached herself. "Did the Russians already know about Milstein?" she asked.
Marina shook her head. "I told them."
"I see."
"You see nothing. They would have killed him anyway. Soon."
"Why soon?"
"Why not? He was a Jew and a traitor." Marina picked up the pistol. "Now, youyou are not a Jew, but you are a traitor. Maybe I should do your secret police a service."
"You don't frighten me, Marina," Camilla said in a thin, timbreless voice. She hugged her elbows against her body to keep from shaking. "I've taken precautions, of course."
"Don't I? How odd. Your face is pale. You look frightened. What is Evangeline afraid of, then?"
"Vincent is close to the truth about you and me," Camilla said.
"Close."
Camilla managed a shrug. "Soon now," she said.
"You still want money."
In spite of herself, Camilla said with urgency, "More than before."
"Running money."
"Yes. We always knew it would probably come to this," Camilla said, trying to sound resigned and calm.
Marina drank vodka and refilled her glass. "Money for information," she said. "That is all. And the information must be absolutely true."
"What a surprise," Camilla said. I'll never let you know how much you frighten me, you Russian psycho bitch, she thought bitterly.
"A Russian scientist named Arkady Karmann will be arriv-

 
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