CHAPTER 15
SMITH LISTENED TO the tape for a second time before he slammed down the earphones to bark to his headquarters at large to get the trackers on the line. His mind felt heavier than the concrete FBI bunker on Pennsylvania Avenue. He turned to Parker Junior with a distraught sigh.
“The Primacy Hotel?”
“Snapped it up minutes ago, apartment used by Rykov. We have an old warrant on the phone. Why would she call Kuznetsov? The word is that Kuznetsov took over after Rykov but why would she set up a meeting with him at State?”
“What is she up to, Parker? Is she involved?”
“Do pigs fly? She caught Kuznetsov off guard.”
“Nothing we can use there, clever bastard; too vague about holding Mary. What’s this about a stocking? She said nothing about that earlier. If he was wearing a stockin
