CHAPTER TWENTY SIX
CHAPTER TWENTY SIX NIKOLAI DRAGUNOV The call had been from Henry. A breach in the outer perimeter — two men, dealt with in under twelve minutes. By the time I'd finished the debrief it was nearly four in the morning and the compound was quiet again. I went back to the study. She was asleep. Same armchair as the night before, the throw from the sofa pulled over her, the Dostoevsky open and face-down on her chest where she'd been using it as a placeholder while she waited. I stood in the doorway for a long time. Then I did what I had apparently started doing — straightened the throw, turned the lamp down but not off, and went to bed. But I did not sleep. --- IRINA VOLKOV I woke to the sound of Galina in the kitchen at seven and the quality of light that meant I'd slept longer than
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