The Double Page #3

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I've got nothing.

Yeah, me neither.

Let the Bureau know.

He's wearing

a brown suede jacket.

Sandy blond hair,

close cropped.

No. That wasn't him.

He was too tall.

Too military. Wrong build. Too young.

A million reasons. It wasn't him.

What the hell were we

doing chasing this guy?

He ran. I figured he'd

be arrested for something.

You hungry?

Hey, PauI. This is my wife, Natalie.

Hello, Mr. Shepherdson.

Hey. PauI.

PauI.

It's been a long time since I

went to someone's house for dinner.

I, uh, I never learned

how to do it right.

Well, it's easy. You just smile

and nod and tell me how good it is.

Yes, ma'am.

Ma'am? Did you hear that?

Well, right

this way, sir.

Let me welcome you

to our humble commode.

Wanna help me

get dinner ready?

Dinner ready?

I'm not gonna be much

help. I'm sorry.

It's easy. Just move the dad

from the backyard to the kitchen.

That's your dad?

Let's see.

Hey, PauI. Come meet this little guy.

It's Nicholas.

Wow.

Yeah. Looks like you.

No.

Yeah. Got your nose.

Everyone says

he looks like my dad.

Which is nice 'cause we

lost him like ten years ago.

Yeah, I'm sorry.

No, no, it's fine.

He's definitely

your kid.

Do you have

any children, PauI?

No. No, I don't.

Do you want

a drink?

Yeah.

Yeah, sweetie.

Come on.

You got his head?

Come on, Lucy. Let's go set up, sweetie.

PauI, what are

you looking for?

Vodka martini?

Sure.

Dry. With, uh, an onion

if you've got it.

You know what?

I think you've been chasing

Cassius a little too long.

That's his drink.

Yeah. Well, trying

to get into his head...

I guess I picked up

some of his habits.

You know what? In that

case, I'm gonna join you.

The kids are down. Finally.

Now, I know you're

gonna say this is weird...

but I feel a connection

with him. I do. With Cassius.

He's not the kind of guy

that you can connect to.

Well, sure. If not a connection,

then a tremendous amount of respect.

All right. Let's just set

the record straight now.

He's not worthy of your

respect or admiration.

He's a

cold-blooded ki/er.

He doesn't have

a family like you.

He doesn't have

a wife like yours.

His life

meant nothing.

The only good thing he ever

did was disappear. All right?

You don't think there's something

to be respected in the fact that...

he is the best

at something?

Respect is the last thing I have

for an animaI like him. Okay?

Yeah. But-

Hold that thought.

I'm gonna take a piss.

Ben?

I'm just stating

the facts.

PauI, he's obsessed.

Yeah, I know.

And he has been ever

since I've known him.

Cassius.

And you!

You know, I'm-I'm just

ready for it to be over.

Your husband is messing

with a creature...

he thinks he understands,

but he doesn't.

He's allowed

your husband...

to live this long because

he wasn't much of a threat.

What do you mean,

allowed him to live?

Do you think he knows who my husband is?

I'm sure he does.

You really

read my thesis?

Yes. Yes, I read

your thesis.

Yeah?

And?

All right.

I think...

that you missed

an essential question.

Okay. What's that?

You pinpointed the wheres

and the hows of Cassius...

but you never ask

the question why.

Why were his targets

increasingly more random?

Why did he disappear?

When you can

answer those whys...

then you'll know him.

Thank Natalie

again, will you?

Oh, we checked the

calls from the hospitaI.

Yeah?

Nothing.

Tch. Too bad.

Yeah.

See, you know

the thing that-

Okay, here's what

I don't understand.

How did Cassius know that they

moved Brutus to a hospitaI...

instead of just working

on him at the prison?

The Russians probably paid

somebody off in the prison.

They'd want him dead

just to shut him up.

Right. Right.

Good night, Geary.

Gentlemen?

I think you guys

know Martin Miller.

He's our Chief Analyst

on domestic Russian ops.

Go ahead, Marty.

Almost six months ago, two B.P agents

were murdered and their truck stolen.

The truck was located a week later

in a parking lot near TUS wiped clean.

Now, these guys were smart. They parked

far enough away from the cameras...

that we couldn't get

any faciaI recognition.

Local cops and Border Patrol

assumed they were Mexican.

Then we found this.

A camera

in a squad car.

That's right. Luckily,

Tucson police were testing...

high-resolution

cameras in a few cars.

All Russian.

All known operatives.

All now in

the United States.

There's the guy

with the Russian jacket.

That's right.

And it gets better.

Wait a minute.

Wait a minute. Wait.

Son-of-a-b*tch.

Bozlovski.

That's right.

Johann Bozlovski.

Former Spetsnaz

and KGB.

In 1990, Bozlovski and his 1 Oth

Mountain Brigade in the Black Caucasus...

went into Warsaw and executed known

allies of the solidarity movement.

I looked for him

for a year...

after the wall

came down.

He just,

just vanished.

Like Cassius.

What are you

thinking, PauI?

We have a known

Soviet hit man.

Disappears into

Libya or Afghanistan.

Same time our inteI tells

us Cassius does the same.

Twenty years later,

he shows up.

United States Senator

gets his throat slit.

I- I don't know.

I mean,

Bozlovski's Spetsnaz.

And... he's

so visible.

Well, yeah. Maybe

that's what they wanted.

And wouldn't a more

visible alter ego...

just muddy up the waters

for everyone chasing him?

How did we know Boz

was in Warsaw in 1990?

How did we know that?

Because the Russians

told us so!

Soviet disinformation was

the biggest weapon they had...

before the wall

came down.

That's true.

Yeah.

Bozlovski

makes sense.

It's him.

He's the one.

What do you guys

need from us?

Nothing. Nothing.

He'll disappear again...

if he knows

we're onto him.

What is this place?

Amber.

Amber?

Yeah, that guy deals

in Russian goods.

Anything from

the homeland.

Turn down

by the river.

Amber's a prostitute?

If the Russians used their

women instead of missiles...

we'd all be wearing

furry hats right now.

This is the dirtiest river

in the U.S. Did you know that?

Right here in our

nation's capitoI.

Nice place

to park your house.

Amber?

No, no.

Shut up!

I'm not gonna-

I'm not gonna hurt you!

Bozlovski. Bozlovski. Where is he?

Where is Bozlovski?

I don't know who

you're talking about!

Shut up!

Where is Bozlovski?

I will kill you here...

and let you float away.

I swear to God.

Please.

Please don't.

Where is he?

I am begging you.

I don't know.

Bullshit.

That is bullshit.

PauI, we broke into her place! Okay?

Go back to the car

and shut up!

Where is he?

Please.

PauI, let me

talk to her!

Please.

Please, I don't

know anything.

You're a very

lucky girI.

Come.

You didn't really show her

pictures of your kids, did you?

You know, they teach you a

couple tricks at Quantico.

Oh, Quantico.

Good cop, bad cop.

Making a connection.

Oh! Very nice.

Yeah?

I, uh, I know

- I know this man you're looking for.

Okay? You-you can

follow me there.

Who are you?

Her brother.

Oh.

Look, I take you

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