Ten
Grigory Masinov was waiting in the corridor for me. We walked downstairs and out to his car. Neither one of us said anything as we drove off. He had to show his identification again before we could leave.
“What did he want?” Masinov asked after we’d gone about a block.
“To talk about the work I’m doing here. Now you tell me something. Who is he?”
“He didn’t tell you?” he asked. He sounded surprised. “I don’t know who you saw, Peter. My orders were merely to escort you to that room. I’ve never been there before. But he must be someone important. Do you think he suspected you?”
“I don’t think so.” That wasn’t exactly true, but I had decided to play everything close to my chest. “He asked a lot of questions about the vending machines. I got the impression that he didn’t care too much
