“We’re not going to tell you anything,” barked Jamison.
“I cannot tellyouhow many times I have heard that over the course of my career.” He held out a hand. One of his men pulled something from his jacket and handed it to Egorshin. It looked like a metal billy club.
Egorshin slid a lever on the side of the club, leaned over, and tapped Mars with the end of it. Mars instantly cried out as volts of electricity shot through him. He slumped over to the side, his breathing ragged.
“Melvin!” screamed Jamison. She tried to reach out to him, but merely fell onto her side. With a nod from Egorshin, she was pulled up and slammed back against the wall.
Decker had never once taken his gaze off the Russian. “What sort of information?”
“How much you know. Your forward-looking plans. Anything at all that would be helpful to me.”
“And then you’ll what, just let us go?”
“No. I will not lie to you about that, because I would not want someone to make false promises to me in such a situation. What I offer you, in exchange for your information, is this.” He slipped a pistol from his jacket pocket and tapped the muzzle. “One bullet to each of your brains. You will feel nothing, I promise.”
“Yeah, painless, instant death. I’ve heard that before. It still doesn’t appeal to me.”
“The information?” said Egorshin. “Or shall I give your friend another zap?” He held out the electric prod.
Decker said, “We now know pretty much everything. Rachel Katz has given her statement implicating you. We have all the information from the underground room. We’ve raided Brad Gardiner’s office.”
“And found nothing since there is nothing there.”
“Well, there are other avenues of pursuit. We know you’ve planted spies all around the country.”
Egorshin ominously took out a muzzle suppressor and spun it onto the barrel of his pistol. “What else?”
“Mitzi Gardiner will fill in the rest.”
“Doubtful. Where is she?”
“Still at the hospital, under heavy guard.”
“You miss my point.”
Decker looked at him thoughtfully. “You didn’t try to kill her at the hospital. And I wonder why you even kept her alive all these years.”
Egorshin looked at one of his men and pointed to the doorway leading into the kitchen. The man left and came back a few moments later with Brad Gardiner. His hands were bound behind him and he looked disheveled and exhausted.
Decker glanced up at him. “You hung around too. Pretty stupid.”
“Well, it wasn’t his choice,” said Egorshin. “It was mine.”
“Is his name even Brad Gardiner?” said Jamison. “Or is he Russian, like you?”
Egorshin rose. “No, he’s American. Like David Katz. They were in it just for the money. A lot of money. Americans love their money.”
Jamison said, “Katz didn’t make much money before being killed. He just owned the American Grill. Hardly an empire.”
Egorshin shook his head wearily. “Where do you think he got the money to start his career? This was before he even moved here. His Mercedes and his expensive clothes and his investment portfolio worth millions and the down payment for the Grill and the various lines of credit? And how they were paid off so quickly? Katz was a marginal talent who didn’t want to work too hard for his fortune.”
“How did you two meet up?” asked Decker.
“Doesn’t matter. In much the same way I met up with this one,” he said, motioning to Gardiner. “A necessary though distasteful part of my job.”
Gardiner wouldn’t look at any of them. His gaze remained downcast. He was visibly trembling.
Jamison eyed Gardiner. “So you sold out your country for money. That makes you a traitor.”
“And traitors deserve to be executed,” said Egorshin.
Before anyone could react, the Russian placed the pistol against Gardiner’s temple and pulled the trigger.
The bullet blew through the man’s head and the slug plowed into the far wall of the kitchen. Brad Gardiner fell where he had stood a moment before.