He put the gun in his mouth and shut his eyes. Then he pulled the trigger.
The gun clicked but did not fire.
He opened his eyes and pulled the trigger a second, then a third time. The gun did not fire. He removed the gun from his mouth and released the clip. The bullets had been emptied. Along the side of the clip, firmly taped in place, was a note. He recognized Maria Kulikova’s handwriting.
You always did enjoy pain.
54
Vasin Estate
Irkutsk, Russia
Jenkins and Maria Kulikova spent five days as guests of Plato Vasin on his estate in Irkutsk, and Jenkins concluded the Fly and Viktor Federov had to be very good friends. If the man hadn’t been a ruthless heroin dealer, Jenkins could have liked him. Vasin fed them all like royalty, though Jenkins ate little, with his busted teeth. His meals were pureed and he mostly drank them through a straw. He felt guilty lounging in the sunshine beside a pool. He wanted to get home to Alex, Lizzie, and CJ, whom he missed dearly; but he also knew he couldn’t, not in his current condition. Alex would tell him he looked like the Frankenstein monster and was scaring the children.
So he waited, impatiently.
Over the five days, Vasin had medical experts brought in to fix Jenkins’s nose, stitch cuts, cap his broken teeth, wrap his ribs, and otherwise heal his battered body—all of it paid for by the CIA. Jenkins had six cracked ribs, but he had not punctured a lung. For days, he had blood in his urine, but by the fifth day it had cleared; his bruises were better. He felt up for travel and was eager to get out of Russia. He knew he would have to spend time in Washington, DC, debriefing Lemore and getting Maria situated. He did not want to just abandon her, not when she was anxious about her new beginning. Jenkins also wanted to check in on Zenaida Petrekova, who Lemore said was going through the process but having difficulty with the fact that she could not see her son or her daughter, or her grandchildren, at least not until they were confident such a meeting could be done without endangering her life. It was another reminder to Jenkins of the sacrifices the seven sisters had made, and those sacrifices became even more prominent when Jenkins spoke to Alex and CJ and Lizzie on the telephone.
During his calls, Jenkins assured Alex he was fine, that while there had been a few setbacks, he was safe and preparing for his return. He knew his wife, however, and he knew she suspected there was more to the story when Jenkins declined to do the calls by FaceTime so the kids could see him.
Federov made travel arrangements to take them from Irkutsk by car to an airstrip in Mongolia. It was one of the Vasins’ regular heroin runs, and Jenkins and Maria would be well protected on the drive. As they prepared to leave Plato Vasin’s estate with their armed guards, the Fly called Jenkins into an opulent office on the ground floor. As with the other rooms, a colorful fly painted on the wall behind the Fly’s desk dominated the décor.
“Vam u nas ponravilos’？” You have enjoyed your stay? Vasin’s English was not so limited that he couldn’t carry on a conversation. This was his subtle reminder that they were in Russia and Jenkins was his guest.
“Dazhe ochen’，” Jenkins replied. Very much so.
“You will tell your bosses about my hospitality, then.”
“I have done so,” Jenkins said. “And they are appreciative.”
Vasin nodded but was not so easily placated. “The CIA has from time to time disrupted my shipments. This should no longer be a problem. Should it?”
Jenkins chose his words carefully. “My bosses are aware that I am alive because of you, and that you are transporting me and Ms. Kulikova out of Russia.” For which Vasin had been paid well, Jenkins thought, but did not say. “I will emphasize this to them again when I am stateside.”
“Khorosho.” Good. “I believe we can have a mutually beneficial relationship. My contacts in this region of the world are numerous and widespread. You would be surprised how widespread. Viktor speaks highly of you, Mr. Jenkins. Because he does so, I will think highly of you. Do not disappoint me.”
Jenkins nodded but did not verbally respond, and Vasin dismissed him.
Jenkins found Federov waiting in the roundabout at the front of the estate. Maria was not yet out of the mansion.
“This is where I must leave you, Charlie. I must say, you do add excitement to my otherwise carefree life. I am thinking now that I am too young to retire. There are only so many fine hotels, dinners, and golf courses one can frequent.”
“I’d love to find out for myself. Care to switch? I didn’t take you as a golfer.”