Chapter Fifty-Seven
“Dave just left,” Penny said as Darque approached her bed.
She was doing that thing again where she stared into his eyes looking for a hint of what was going on behind his brown iris curtains.
It didn’t work.
“He said we intercepted an FBI communique stating that Kostchenko committed suicide, but no circumstances surrounding the incident were noted. You wouldn’t know anything about that, would you?”
“Only what I read in the same report when it crossed my desk earlier,” he said.
He didn’t mention that after he read the report, he removed the list of conspirators from beneath the blotter on his desk and drew a line through Kostchenko’s name.
“What do you think would cause a senior KGB operative to kill himself?”
“Well, if things weren’t going too well in his assig
