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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. |
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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. |
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Marina shook her head. "I told them." |
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"You see nothing. They would have killed him anyway. Soon." |
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"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." |
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"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." |
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"Don't I? How odd. Your face is pale. You look frightened. What is Evangeline afraid of, then?" |
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"Vincent is close to the truth about you and me," Camilla said. |
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Camilla managed a shrug. "Soon now," she said. |
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In spite of herself, Camilla said with urgency, "More than before." |
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"Yes. We always knew it would probably come to this," Camilla said, trying to sound resigned and calm. |
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Marina drank vodka and refilled her glass. "Money for information," she said. "That is all. And the information must be absolutely true." |
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"What a surprise," Camilla said. I'll never let you know how much you frighten me, you Russian psycho bitch, she thought bitterly. |
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"A Russian scientist named Arkady Karmann will be arriv- |
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